TANYA’S POV
I averted my eyes from Rodrigo's intimidating glare as he studied me. The sunlight through the open windows highlighted his features, adding to his commanding presence. Why did he care if I seemed upset? My earlier conviction that he had sinister intentions was wavering, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down.
"No, it's better if I don't pay too much attention to this," I thought. But then, my mind drifted to the men he fought off at the ice cream shop that day. There had to be some truth to his concern for me.
I mentally chastised myself for pondering something so trivial when I had a much bigger secret to keep. Rodrigo asked for the truth, but revealing it would mean instant death. I wasn't ready for that; I'd rather run than stay here and face his wrath for betrayal.
