She was going to be his undoing, and he knew it. He could feel it deep down.
Miguel seemed restless as he moved about the small kitchen that the safe house had to provide. He picked up the bottle of brandy that was sitting on the breakfast table, walked over to one of the kitchen cabinets opened it, took out a glass cup and poured a finger of the rum for himself.
As he took the drink, he tried to figure out what the hell was going on with him. Why was he feeling this way?
He was supposed to have been happy that his cousin taught her a lesson for trying to run off, after all, that is what was expected. But he didn't feel that way. Instead, he felt anger, he felt so much anger towards his cousin for daring to lift a finger at her.
Why was he thinking about her? Why was she occupying his thoughts when he is supposed to be thinking of how to make her people agree to their demands?
