Diego's POV

In the den, Santo had worn a deep furrow into the rug with his pacing. He would’ve ripped through it straight to the concrete below if I had spent any longer upstairs with Davina.

“Took you long enough. What happened?”

I paused in the doorway and frowned. “I don’t think you want to ask me that question, brother.”

And I didn’t think I wanted to answer it.

Santo took a deep breath. “Are you sure you’ve thought this through? I mean, bringing Davina back—it’s a ...