Hermosa

The steel blade was cold underneath my skin as I watched the two men display testosterone in the room.

I was unbothered by whatever was going on between them. I just needed a chance to pierce my blade into his throat and feel him struggle for his life.

They both stared fiercely at each other like it was some kind of contest, and I was the prize. Nobody owns me. No one in this room deserves to say they do.

"She's coming with me." Raphael gripped my hand from across the ...