“Enrique, it’s nice to meet you. Kataleya has spoken a lot about you,” she said, her voice soft and soothing.
“The chica has some misconception; I don’t want to talk to her,” he stated, looking directly at Kiara. Kataleya’s heart was beating faster than it fucking should have, and this kid was fucking pissing me off.
“Enrique…” she whispered before gasping and jumping toward him. “What happened to your hand?” He stepped back harshly, glaring at her.
“It’s not your business,” he spat.
“Did your papa do that?” She asked, horrified. I glanced up sharply, hearing the skip of his heartbeat.
“It’s none of your business.”
He turned his back on us and Kiara looked at me, her gorgeous face pale, and she let go of Kataleya. Reaching for the boy, she placed her hand on his shoulder. He was about to push her away, but she knocked his hand aside, keeping her grip firm on his arm as her aura grew around her. He struggled violently as she tried to heal him.
“Calm down. Please let me heal you,” Kiara said softly yet firmly.
He was doing well trying to get free, but she was far stronger. Soon, he stopped struggling as Kataleya stood a few feet away, watching with her eyes wide with concern and fear.
“What the… let go of me!” He hissed.
“All done,” Kiara replied, letting go of him and moving back.
He had many broken bones, Alejandro.
Well, just imagine if he was left there,I added, raising an eyebrow at her. She frowned slightly but I had a feeling she was glad he was removed from that fucked up situation.
“Enrique, we aren’t here to hurt you. Kataleya was worried about-”
“So, this is her fault?” He turned his gaze on her, and I strode over, picked her up, and gave him a warning glare. “I did not ask for help, nor did I need it!”
“Your father hurt her enough. I will not tolerate you speaking to her like that,” I growled, holding Kataleya close.
“Don’t, Daddy… he took care of me,” she whispered, cupping my face.
Yeah, well, he’s a little fucker.
“It wasn’t worth it. I should have left you in that basement,” he replied coldly, his eyes haunted with anguish. His gaze fell to his right arm once again and I saw him clench his left fist.
Kiara, take Kat,I said through the link, hoping she just listened. But her eyes were on the boy.
Al… you take Kat. I’ll question him. I will be able to find out if he’s lying or telling the truth.She had a point, and so I looked down at my little angel.
“Come on, Kataleya. He’s just a little upset. Let’s go outside?”
She nodded, her lips quivering as she stared at the pup, but being the ass he was, he didn’t even look at her. I glanced at his hand, feeling my stomach fucking twist. Something told me my assumption might be fucking correct. If this pup lost his hand because he helped Kat… then I was fucking indebted to him for life…
I turned around and walked out, leaving Kiara with the pup.
One Who is Innocent
Kiara
Ilooked at the young boy, feeling his pain despite the mask of indifference he wore.
“Enrique, please take a seat and have some food. Can we talk?”
“It’s odd that the Lycan is allowing you to interrogate your prisoner.”
“You aren’t our prisoner,” I refuted, smiling warmly and raising my hand in surrender. “But I also know that we brought you here by kidnapping you.” I frowned in disapproval at this, and he raised an eyebrow.
