FIFTY NINE

FIFTY NINE

ANDRES

I sat motionless in the dark den, fury coursing through my veins as I drummed my fingers to a steady rhythm in front of me. I had sent Ana on her way because I wanted to be alone to think of what punishment I shall bestow on Miguel when I finally caught him. I could hardly do anything at this point, not when I knew that Catherina was at his mercy and he knew this; the man had read my feelings for her all too well.

My heart pounded furiously in my chest and I could almost hear the blood rushing in my veins in the quiet of the den. I wanted blood, I wanted Miguel’s head and I was going to get after I was sure Catherina was safe and not a minute before.

The door to the den opened and Ana walked in, the sound of her feet contrasting with the quiet.

“I have gained no information about the whereabouts of Miguel but I know that he cannot be far” she said

“I asked that you do not return until you have something for me” my eyes snapped up to meet hers.

The harsh edge of my vo