Hermosa POV

Lucy held the bedsheets tightly in her hands, not looking up to meet Rapheal's cold stare.

The tension in the air was thick. I knew something wasn't right.

I held his arm, "You are scaring her."

He flashed me a smile. "It was just a harmless question." I knew it wasn't; the way Lucy wanted the ground to swallow her told a different story.

Now, I wouldn't know what she wanted to say.

"Let's go, Hermosa." He made a move to open the door like a gentleman—a gentleman I knew he ...