Diego's POV

I stared at Miguel, really seeing him for the first time in years. The smile, the laughter, the camaraderie with our father —it was the real him. He didn't need to wear a mask to hide his true nature.

Rage, raw and untamed, surged through me. I didn't know what to do about the mess I had created. I lunged at Marco, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him from where he stood beside my father.

“You!” I roared, my voice filled with fury I didn't know I possessed. “After ...