And me?
I had been too stupid to see how heavy her crown was. Too bitter licking my own wounds to realize she was bleeding next to me. And still standing.
I scrubbed soap over my chest like it could erase the guilt. I'd fix it. I'd support her like she deserved. I wouldn't falter again. I'd be damned before I allowed that sly demon, Ignacio ruin my home again.
Oh, the day I'd finally defeat him…
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The hot water hissed off as I stepped out, quickly towel-drying and throwing on a clean shirt. It was deep navy, one of the few I owned that didn't make me look like I'd just crawled out of a fight. I added slacks, cologne, and a watch. Buttoned my shirt wrong, cursed, and redid it.
By the time I stepped into the hallway, María was by the front door, texting. She looked up, and her eyes did a full-body scan that had me half-blushing.
"Well," she murmured with a sexy smirk, "look who finally decided to resemble a functioning adult."
