Claimed by his twin
“Nora—”
Lorenzo’s eyes cut into them, sharp like a knife in the dark. “You’ll see her soon. Don’t test me, Mi Reina.” The words warned bad, his body like a wall, the soft from the car gone hard.
A maid came from the dark, older, kind eyes but strong in her clean clothes, like part of the machine but sorry. She bent a little, pulling Lia’s hand free with quiet words. Nora missed in her head noise. “Come with me, miss. Just for now.”