Miranda Castillo was not pleased, Loc could tell that much. Her arms were crossed and her full mouth was pressed into a flat line, and although she didn’t speak as Cat did her best to recount what had happened over the past few days, it was obvious that the Castillo prima had plenty of thoughts on the subject of Loc and his search for someone who could assist him in returning to his own world.
Actually, it was Rafael Castillo, her consort, who spoke first. Loc could see the resemblance between him and his sister, in the glossy near-black hair, the arched brows, the high cheekbones. He sat next to his wife on one of the couches in their large living room and directed his words to Catalina. “You didn’t think it was important for us to know that you had a demon lord staying with you, Cat?”
