Chapter 20
“That’s…really awful.” He didn’t care if Pedra could hear how much he hurt for Anton. “I had no idea anything like that happened to him.”
“Nobody knows. Not Papa, not Miguel, not even Father—”
“Pedra.”
They both jumped at the soft sound of Anton’s voice, twisting to see him standing in the doorway. His features were even, but his jaw was locked, the muscles twitching. Pedra paled, but when she stepped toward him, Anton held up a hand to hold her off.
“You promised.”
“I didn’t—”
“You promised.”
“I asked her,” Mason said before Pedra could respond, drawing the attention of both of them. “I’m sorry. She was only answering my questions. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything.”