Chapter 35

“It’s just a room, okay?” Juanito reassured him with a pat on the shoulder. “You’re not in hell or anything, and I don’t actually worship the devil. It’s just décor, nothing more.” His tenderness toward someone else was so rare and had almost been nonexistent over the years I’d known him. What went on with him, and why the foreign change? It wasn’t like him at all. It made me feel a little jealous because I’d been spoiled by being the only one he’d ever been that way with, aside from probably his first and only ex.

Miguel swallowed and nodded, a weak smile playing on his lips.

I rushed toward him and took both his hands. “You still wanna do this?”

He nodded, trying to smile a little harder. “I do. I’m ready. We can do it now.”