Chapter 137

• She turned her head, her eyes gentle. “What is it?” she asked, her voice light, unaware of the war burning inside him.
• He opened his mouth, but the image of Ricardo flashed in his mind again—her pain, her broken body, the sound of her cries. His fists tightened. His jaw locked. A surge of hate boiled up, so strong he almost lost his breath.
• “No… nothing,” he muttered instead, shaking his head. He forced a smile, though his heart screamed at him for lying.