Alejandro
I should’ve known better. I know better. The news that Diego Sandoval is trying to sabotage us, yet again, should not come as a surprise or from the lips of a confused foreigner who knows nothing about what’s really going on.
As I kick Alonso out of my way, I rush back to the stables, cursing. I shoot Juan a text to gather the men and double the security on the warehouse. He sends a hands up, completely ignoring my disregard for stupid emojis, and promises he’s on his way.
Katerina is following me suit, too damn fast for my liking in a moment I can’t deal with her. But here she is, asking me which horse to take and I point at Salimar in the cage next to Pegasus, the tamest sweetest soul we have, because what if she actually has no idea how to ride a damn horse? I can’t risk an
