Hermosa pov

My last prayers.I gulped. Why was she being this hard on me? I had given up on Rapheal and his love, yet she wouldn't let me be.

"Eleanor, listen to me," I begged, desperate now. "Rapheal doesn't care about you or me, but both of us can make him pay."

"Pay!" Her tone rose high, the wind scattering my hair. I realized I was on the rooftop with her.

She flashed a torchlight in my direction, blinding me as I covered my eyes with my palm, attempting to stop the painful ...