Alejandro finished cleaning the blood from Yolanda’s arm, his touch lingering as he gently dabbed at the last traces of the wound.
He set the cloth aside and reached for a clean towel, carefully drying her skin before wrapping it around her shoulders. “You’re freezing,” he murmured, his voice soft with concern.
Yolanda didn’t respond immediately. She pulled the towel tighter around herself, her gaze fixed on the candlelight reflected in the water of the tub. The warmth of the room was a contrast to the cold ache in her chest, but it was a comfort she welcomed.
Alejandro sat back on his heels, his red eyes searching her face. “Yolanda,” he said, his voice hesitant. “I need you to know something.”
She looked at him, her expression guarded but not closed off. “What?”
He took a deep
