Marcela stared at him, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and disbelief. A crooked smile appeared at the corner of her lips, wounded more than sarcastic.

“So you admit it...” she said, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper laced with venom. “You admit you're with her?”

“Not yet,” he replied. “But I will be.”

He leaned closer.

“And if you turn my daughter against me or against Laura, I’ll take custody of Luna away from you. I’ll a