The Apology

“Since when have you been listening?” Olivera asked Raul after they had exited the secret room.

Right now, they were in the confines of her own room. Raul was sitting on the bed, and his eyes were running tro and fro the room as if he hadn’t seen the beautification before. But then, this was his first time, or rather one of the rare times, the once in a blue moon times that he stepped into the room of his mother that he hated.

“A while.” He answered, letting his eyes finally settle on Olivera who took residence on the dressing chair, with Vee right beside her.

Vee was another feature that Raul had a time keeping his eyes away from. Mostly because he was already considering the threat Vee might pose should the guard indicate an interest in Olivera. He had thought Jeremy handsome enough for a man that might tempt Olivera, but seeing Vee, the obsession had shifted from Jeremy to Vee. This could be his competition.

He heard Vee chuckle, saw the guard wink at him, and balked. Vee coul