RODRIGO’S POV
I can't even remember why I was sitting here eating dinner with her. The room was as silent as my room, so there was no point. I could literally feel the fear rolling off in waves from Tanya, sitting across from me. That alone was enough to make me lose interest in any form of conversation.
She seemed to be holding herself with some fourth sense of composure, and I was afraid of what I would see if it snapped. The way she ran from me yesterday, the image haunted me throughout the night despite my best attempts to brush it off.
It shouldn't bother me as much as it did, but I couldn't get over the look in her eyes when I shot Sandez. This must have been the first time she saw me kill anyone, another reminder of why she couldn't belong in my world. It was too dangerous, and
