Anabel forced herself to go to sleep after they ate their dinner. Carlos stood guard near her. As the hours passed, so did his frustration with Raiden. He wanted him gone for good; he grabbed his knife taking a step closer to Raiden, his heart raced.
“Stop Carlos,” Anabel said opening her eyes. “I can practically hear your mind racing on ways to kill Raiden. Stop.” She said trying to get Carlos to come to bed, or at least lay next to her so she could sleep a little. “Please lay down with me; I can’t sleep when you are not here.” She said patting the place next to her.
Carlos put his dagger away, if he wasn’t going to use it that night he would figure out another night he could use it. The last time he saw Raiden, Raiden betrayed his last charge, a
