Chapter 22
I didn’t expect to wake up to Rafael on my doorstep, especially not at seven in the morning. He was still in the clothes from the day before, with a tight jaw and fidgeting hands, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. “Morning,” I said, opening the door slowly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Worse,” he muttered as he stepped inside. “I saw my father.” That explained the dark circles under his eyes, the stiff shoulders, and the kind of tension that comes from having power handed to you, only to realize it’s a leash. I shut the door behind him and followed him into the kitchen. “I’m listening.” He poured himself some water, as if hydration could wash away the bitterness. “He made an offer,” Rafael said finally. “And a threat.” I waited for him to continue. “He said if I publi
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