Chapter Thirty-Three

Raphael

"Say it!"

I demanded tears shimmered in her magnificent eyes, one of them traced unheeded down her cheek; I leaned in, wiping it off with my thumb. She stiffened, her body shaking; she looked weary and angry, but so was I.

I was angry at her for wanting to walk away from me, for the strange look she had in her eyes when she looked at me, at my life, but mostly, I was angry at father Josè for triggering a conversation I had tried so hard to avoid until it was necessary.

I wasn't ready to tell her. I was still working out the best way to handle it before it all blew up on my face.

We were so happy this morning. She had loved me. The thought of Sophie hating me and loving someone else drove me into a murderous rage.

She glared at me, daring me to touch her. I moved, flattening my body to hers.

"Do you love me?" I asked her, pinning her to the wall, my body perfectly feeling hers, my bulge pointed directly to her center.