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Cassandra sat next to Tony on a cream-colored leather sofa, hands clasped in her lap. The room they were in was objectively beautiful, with its tall windows and expensive furniture and even more expensive art, but at the moment, she could think of many places she would much rather be. This was definitely not how she’d envisioned their meeting with Marisol Valdez, the prima of the Santiago clan.
The other woman looked to be in her forties, slim and pretty, with heavy dark hair she wore pinned up in an artfully casual manner and dangly silver earrings — Mexican work, by the look of them. She sat in a leather wing chair opposite the couch, arms crossed, a frown tugging at her elegantly arched brows.
“We were on our way to see you — ” Cassandra began, but Marisol held up a hand.
“Maybe y
