Beauregard.
We boarded a jet headed to the city. The war waged inside of me seemed to ease a bit when the wheels of the jet left the tarmac and more distance was placed between us and Beatrice. I could only trust that Kal was putting more distance and not assuming that we were leaving the Small House, the war that was brewing between the Domenico's and the Kal's was shifting. It was no longer a family war. It was personal. Javier felt as if he was a man jilted. His decisions were made from an emotional vindictive position. He wasn't thinking anything through, which made for a dangerous combination.