"Don't you want to join us there?"
I turned to the person who spoke and saw Leon carrying wine glasses. It stopped at my side.
"I wish I could," I answered him regretfully. I suddenly felt sad for some unknown reason.
"You still can. Unless Hector doesn't want you to hang out with us anymore," he said to me seriously so I looked at him.
I crossed my arms on me and looked at him intently.
"What's your problem with him?" I asked him. Leon suddenly smirked at me and shook his head.
"His father killed your parents, Ana, as well as you. He tries to kill you many times and he couldn't do anything about it. Do you think I can easily accept that? You know me," he answered in his baritone voice.
