He had told her to close her eyes back then.
He hadn't merely beaten those men no. He had probably killed them. And now that she knew what he truly was, she finally understood why he had walked away without a single scratch, without a single mark on his body.
Everything began to fall into place.
Piece by piece.
The wolf pendant he never took off. He had said it was part of his roots.
This was what he meant.
When she had asked where they were going, he had smiled and said to a fantasy world.
God.
How blind had she been?
Her chest constricted painfully at the thought of how long he must have been pretending. All the laughter, the quiet moments, the tenderness was it all an act?
A carefully constructed lie?
He could have taken whatever he wanted from her. And when he was done, he could have discarded her body without consequence.
So what did he want from her?
Where had he brought her?
And that man the one who followed them
Was he connected to Fernando too?
