Chapter 43

Rafael's Point of View

She was gorgeous. And I was terrified. I could see the irritation on her face. How her legs swung in the opposite direction of the car. Towards her door. Away from me. The soft tapping of her shoe on the carpet.

I had wanted to make up. Tell her about how unworthy I was of her love. Her affection. That I knew I had fucked up but I wanted to correct the issue. Even if it took our entire lives. I knew the betrayal ran deep with this one. She had made her dislike and distrust of Camilo clear. But I had opened my mouth and spilled the beans anyway.

In some ways, what I had done to her was worse than what Camilo had done. Far worse.

Sitting here now, I realized how stupid I looked. I had come to sweep her off her feet and instead, I had swept her into my car. From what Isabelle had told me, Farren wouldn't have come with me today. She would have brushed me off. Told me to go shove it. I was prepared to back down after a while and wear her down over time.

Then Farren