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The same emotions I had felt that night flooded into my system. The dread moved through my veins and cemented itself into the marrow of my bones. My heart thundered in my chest as the open door crept closer toward me.
Step by step I inched closer to disaster. I held my breath, my ribs straining to keep my rapid heart calm.
Closer and closer I drew to the door until I finally made it to the threshold. I pressed my palms flat on the wooden door and paused.
I didn’t want to see it. The blood. The screams. The lifeless eyes that had been haunting me since. I couldn't do it. I couldn’t live through it again. I couldn’t see them that way. The two strongest men I had known in my life were gone in the blink of an eye, all for the sake of revenge.
I took a step away from the door and slammed into something hard behind me. I swirled around quickly, my heart sinking to my stomach. I stared into the cold, dead eyes of my father, a bullet hole in the center of his head oozing dark red blood.
“You didn’t save me, Vina.”
I hadn’t heard the sound of his voice in so long. I had almost forgotten it over the years. “You didn’t save us.”
I looked to the side and found my brother with blood dripping down the sides of his face. Those caramel brown eyes of his now melted away, replaced by black tar pools.
“Fede…” My voice cracked.
“You failed me, V.” His voice was haunting. “You should have gotten there sooner.”
Tears brimmed my eyes as my gaze moved from my father to my brother. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
“You failed us,” they said in unison, moving in toward me until my back was pressed against the wall. “You killed us. Why won’t you avenge us?”
I pressed my hands over my ears trying to block out the sound. But they just kept getting louder and louder.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I’m sorry!”
I lurched forward in the bed. My body was dripping with sweat, and my chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath.
It had only been a dream. I repeated the words over and over again in my head, but my heart still raced. Seeing their lifeless faces again, being trapped in that hell hole… I cupped my face in my hands and tried to count to ten to calm my heart. I couldn’t remember the last time the demons of the past had tormented me. I had been doing so well, up until this point.
I pulled the blankets off my body and placed my feet on the cool wooden floor. The last thing I remembered was being carried by Andres, and then nothing but darkness. I tried to rub the tiredness from my eyes, but it only increased the pain.
“You talk in your sleep.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound. But I was still half drowsy, so instead of landing graciously on my two feet, I tumbled to the floor due to lack of balance. I lifted my head to find my husband sitting comfortably in the armchair in the corner of my room. He sat with his ankle crossed over his knee and a book in one hand.
“What are you doing in my room?” I got to my feet, and only then I realized what I was wearing. “Did you change me?”
I had been wearing yoga pants and a tank top when I had been in the study. But now I was wearing a white silk nightdress that left little to the imagination. Trust him to put me in one of my more revealing options.
He stared at me passively, not a hint of emotion on his face. “The doctor said I needed to get you comfortable. Besides, bruja, it’s not like I haven’t seen your tits before.”
“Could you be any cruder?”
“When have I ever claimed to be a gentleman?”
True that. The man was about as chivalrous as a pimp. I knew his viewpoint on women, or more specifically me. We were never going to see eye to eye, and he would never see me as his equal, hence him trapping me here like some wild animal.
“Where’s my knife?” I still felt the cool metal of my brother's ring, but I always felt naked without my father’s knife on me. “If you hid it, I swear to God I will do more than just burn your warehouse down.”
“Calm down, little arsonist. It’s in the bedside drawer.” He gestured to the piece of furniture with his chin. “That thing may as well be your comfort blanket or something.”
I ignored his mocking and walked over to the bedside table. Sure enough, there it was, safe and sound. I felt my heart ease a little at the sight of it and turned back to face my husband.
“What are you doing in here, Andres? I always took you for a weirdo, but watching me sleep is a new kind of strange.”
He rolled his eyes. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the blue brilliance in his eyes shining. His eyes were this siren call that led you into their deep waters, where they would eventually drown you and take your soul.
