Mariana’s Pov

When we walk into the silence of my parent’s manor and shut the door behind us with a solid thud, Alejandro strides ahead without even sparing me a stare, his steps heavy and loud against the marble floor. 

He’s angry, aggravated.

He simply doesn’t like to be kept in the dark, but for my plan to work, he needs to remain in the dark. 

I follow at a leisurely pace, the corner of my lips tugging upward despite the tension radiating off him. “Alejandro. . .you ...