Page 90 of Eternal Craving

I stared at Sunaria. “He was to be hanged tomorrow!”

He seemed an unlikely enemy, and yet this man had decimated my world.

Felipe tried to focus, squinting up at me. “Impossible. They…buried you.” Felipe’s voice was flooded with fear.

I almost smiled at his reaction. “Most unpleasant.”

Felipe began to tremble. “You couldn’t have survived.”

I moved closer to him. “Howwasyour trip?”

“You framed me.” He yanked at the metal cuff and pointed to Sunaria. “I should have known you’d have something to do with this.”

“She makes a fine gentleman, don’t you think?” I scowled. “Consider this your confession.”

“Where’s my son?” he asked, his voice shaking. “I’ve lost everything because of you.”

I folded my arms. “Whose idea was it to kill my brother? It was yours, wasn’t it?”

He refused to answer, staring at Sunaria and then at me. “Witchcraft?”

I shook my head.

He grimaced. “My men buried you.”

“I’m resilient.”

“No, you’re something demonic.”

“Time to take responsibility for what you created.”

“Unchain me.”

I trespassed into his thoughts. “Start talking.”

“Not until?—”

“Talk!”

He flinched. “Ricardo caused a rift between Roelle and his father.”

“Go on.”

“Not until you promise to let me go.”

“I promise to wrap that chain around your neck.”

“Senor Bastillion wanted to adopt your brother, give him what belonged to Roelle.”

“Was the bull your idea?”

Felipe’s smile was defiant.

“You named your son Ricardo, why?” I asked.

“Ricardo was a brilliant bullfighter, the best.”

“And yet you murdered him.”