Page 91 of Eternal Craving
“So you say.”
My fists tightened.
“Your brother stood to inherit money from the Bastillion legacy,” he said. “He threatened Roelle’s birthright. His fatherfavored Ricardo, he saw his potential. Your brother reminded Senor Bastillion of the old days when he’d once been crowned as Spain’s greatest bullfighter. Roelle paled in comparison to Ricardo’s talents.”
“What did that have to do with you?”
“Roelle promised to fund my political career.”
Felipe glanced at Sunaria and then back at me.
My stare forced him to look away. “And Aaron?”
“Aaron was misguided.”
“You sent him to kill me?”
Felipe tugged, trying to pull his wrist out of the metal cuff.
“And Roelle?” I asked.
“Roelle wanted to keep you quiet.”
“Then why didn’t he kill me?”
He turned to look out of the window. I could smell his fear.
I followed his gaze. “I imagine they’re searching for you, yes?”
He shrugged.
I tried to subdue my hatred, fearful that I’d kill him too soon.
He yanked at the shackle.
“Have your political achievements been worth it?” I asked.
“And what do you have to show for your life? A mere horse breeder?”
“Ask me in a millennium.”
His eyes widened and I thought I read his expression.
I smiled. “Yes, I am.”
He stared at Sunaria then back at me. “Vampires.”
“And capable of more love than you can imagine,” I said wistfully.
“A weak emotion.”
“You love your son.”
“He has yet to earn it.”
I glanced at Sunaria. “And I’m called cold-blooded.”
“Your soul is damned,” he spat out.
