Won't he stop bothering me? I thought to myself, exasperated. He's up to something again, but whatever that is, I won't allow it to happen. Ignoring his persistent calls, I clambered down from the car and winced at the excruciating pain in my ankles. I almost forgot about my injury, I mused to myself, followed by a groan. Luis came to me and lifted me up from the car seat, then made a beeline straight to my room, where he told me my daughter Isabelle was waiting.
My brother carried me with ease as though I weighed no more than a feather until we reached my bedroom. I discovered Leilani and a servant were inside when I entered the room; the servant left to give us privacy. Closing the door, Luis carefully lowered me onto the bed.
“I'm glad you're fine—aside, of course, from the sprain on
