Martha could not help but smile admiringly at him. Julio was proving to her with each passing minute that he was going to protect her from every and anything. She did not sleep again, the one she had already woken from was more than enough.
He just kept driving and she observed.
There was a bone twitching in his lower jawline and his hands gripped the steering wheel like he was going to rip it off soon. Martha noticed his gaze.
Eyes darkened from anger and head nodding occasionally as he drove.
She started thinking about the marquis. The man was dead but everything was now Julio's.
How? Could it be the power of the devil? She wondered as her mind raced around rapidly.
"The marquis, was it the same way that he died?" She asked him.
