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I noticed the change in the atmosphere as soon as the words left my lips. She tensed, and there was a panic in her eyes that made her look like a frightened animal in a lion's den.
I felt a pang of guilt in my chest: we had been having a great time until I had ruined it. But on the other hand, it was true: no matter what happened tonight, tomorrow I would give her to the Gallos.
But no matter how right I was, none of it could erase the anxious look in her eyes from my memory; it had awakened my protective instinct.
I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid.
"Come on, you've been here long enough," I told her, holding out my hand to pull her inside, knowing she would resist.
“I don’t want to,” Elena, as I predicted, refused me, breaking free of my grip when I tri
