I nod and hold her close, cupping her face and forcing her eyes to look into mine. “Whatever it is, princess” I growl, “you can tell me.”
Her face twists. “I…before…” She takes a shaky breath. “When I first was trying to join the Syndicate, it wasn’tjustbecause I wanted you to help my father.”
I smile quietly. “You were looking for Diego Torvallés’ bastard heir.”
Her jaw drops. “You KNEW!?”
My mouth curls as I chuckle. “Of course. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
She frowns. “Vaughn, he threatened Val, and my brother?—”
“I mean you don’t have to worry about Diegoat allanymore. He’s dead.”
Her eyes widen.
“I heard last night,” I say quietly. “Right before everything else happened. He was drunk on his yacht, fell off, and got hit by the propeller.”
Evelina blinks rapidly. “He...” Her eyes snap to mine. “You’re serious?!”
I nod. “It’s quite the uproar right now, with there being no obvious next in line for the throne aside from Andrés.”
She balks. “Holyshit.”
“I mean, there are two daughters. But Marcela quit the family over some drama a few years ago, and Claudia is twenty-one years old with nasal cavities permanently stuffed full of cocaine.” I smile wryly. “In any case, princess…” I lean down and kiss her softly. “Your problem with the Torvallés family is over.”
She melts against me as she touches my face and kisses me.
“Can I ask justonemore thing?” she says with a small smile, pulling back.
“Of course.”
“Is there a cure? I mean, for theothers?"
I shake my head. “No. But there’s treatments. Trauma-focused and cognitive behavioral therapy. Dialectic behavior therapy. Psychotherapy. EMDR therapy.”
“So the theme here is…” She frowns thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Therapy?”
I grin. “Smartass.”
She grins back. “Have you ever tried any of them?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I just…haven’t,” I shrug. “Maybe I subconsciously knew that Demon was my driving force and what was keeping me moving forward. I think maybe part of me worried that if therapy carved all of that fucked-up-ness out of me, it would takehim, too, And he might be a fucking lunatic, but he’s kept me alive more times than I can count.” I snort and roll my eyes. “Or who the fuck knows.”
Evelina slides her eyes to mine. “Would you?” She blushes. “Try therapy?”
My brow arches. “Are you asking me to?”
“I’m asking if youwould.”
I frown as I slowly nod. “I think so.”
“Then I’m asking you to,” she says quietly. “Not because I’m scared of any of them, even Demon…”
Yeah, her PUSSY is scared of us…scared of how much it fuckin’ likes us…
