Rafael gave her a cold look, silent, but clear. His expression alone hinted that he was prepared to deal with Lorenzo in the most final way possible.
“Say something,” Celia said quietly.
Rafael sat up properly, his tone flat. “What do you take me for? A killer?”
“I didn’t say that. But it would help if I knew exactly what you meant by handling him.”
“If that’s what you want, consider it noted.”
Without another word, he leaned back on the bed, lifting an arm in invitation, signaling her to come closer.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured, climbing back into bed and curling into his arms. Within minutes, her breathing slowed, and she drifted off to sleep, comforted by his warmth.
Rafael waited until he was sure she was fully asleep before gently slipping out from beneath her. He walked to the
