As Francisco's men answered the phone, and he prepared to issue the chilling order to kill Hazel's parents, his plans were abruptly interrupted by Hazel's entrance into the room.

“Is everything okay?”

Hazel stood before him, her demeanor calm despite the tension in the air. She wore a shawl draped over her shoulders, her nightdress a stark contrast to Francisco's imposing figure.

“Leave us.”

Francisco's voice was controlled, masking the storm brewing within ...