From the way Gabriel stared at her, it was clear he thought she’d lost her mind. “‘Las Vegas’?” he repeated, looking confused. “There are Castillos there? I thought your clan only lived in New Mexico.”
“We do,” Ava told him. “The person we’re looking for lives in Las Vegas, New Mexico. It’s a little over an hour from here.”
That is, assuming what she’d seen in her mother’s mind was accurate. Despite the terrible necessity that had driven her, Ava couldn’t help but feel horribly guilty about the way she’d intruded into her mother’s thoughts. After all, hadn’t she spent years trying to convince everyone in her clan that she would never read someone’s mind without their express permission? But then again, if she hadn’t known in her very bones that her mother was hiding something, she would
