Tara looked sideways at Antonio and wondered what he was thinking. She needn’t worry her head with what he was thinking much. She ought to be thinking about the reasons she’d have to lay on the table, to tell him how wrong he was in letting her in the dark.
“Weren’t you hungry, mi reina?”
His sweetly spoken words made her snap out of her reveries and she dug into her plates - first the salad naturally, and then the lasagna.
“Do you regret it?” She asked without preamble once she finished her meal.
“Regret what?” He scoffed. “I don’t regret killing either of them, if that’s what you’re asking. And I feel no shame and no remorse regarding the tracking device. It sure served its purpose.”
His tone was so flat, she wondered if he was truly as remorseless as he pretended to be. Was he
