Mariana's Pov
It’s silent, too silent. And it’s been like this for days. Two, perhaps three days.
Alejandro has refused to look in my direction, and when he does look, I no longer see that burning desire there once held.
He hates me now. I know he does. And I don’t blame him. My father is after all responsible for the death of his—there’s no coming back from that heartache.
We’re seated in uncomfortable silence in the private jet; my husband, myself, my brother-in-law, and some of their soldiers.
The air is thick with tension, Alejandro and I exchanging quick glances, my heart raging in my throat, making me dizzy.
Why does Radimr have to be here?
Why do I feel this way for my brother-in-law?
Why are the forbidden things the most tempting?
My mind is reeling with questions and thou
