Page 77 of Death

“Yes. The person will suffer for weeks.”

She hands me the stack while keeping one for herself. “I choose Death.”

My lips curve into a smile. “Good choice.”

I’m going to have that fucker’s limbs removed one at a time until he loses his mind.

I set the pack of cards down on the bedside table and switch off the light.

When I turn back to face Ciara, she snuggles against my chest again, gripping the tarot card in her hand.

“Try to sleep,mi pequeño sol.”

She rubs her cheek against my skin. “Night, Santiago.”

“Night.” I begin to trail my fingers up and down her back, and a few minutes later her breaths even out as she falls asleep.

Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of holding my woman in my arms. I keep dozing on and off until my alarm starts to sound from my phone.

I quickly turn it off, and before I can turn back to Ciara, she scoots closer and stretches out, throwing her leg and arm over me. She hugs me as if I’m her personal pillow, and it has a grin stretching over my face.

There’s not a chance in hell I’m waking her up, and I decide to let her sleep so I can hold her a little longer.

CIARA

Waking up, my mind clears instantly when I feel Santiago’s muscled body beneath mine. Somehow, I ended up sprawled all over him.

Opening my eyes, it’s to one heck of a view of his six pack. I’m still trying to process all the hotness that’s his abs when I notice the bulge beneath his sweatpants.

He doesn’t have an erection, but still, the outline of his manhood is near impossible to ignore.

I wait for the panic and fear to hit, but instead, my cheeks flush hot, and my stomach fills with a nervous tension I’ve only felt once before. It was when I had a crush on a boy at school. Nothing ever came of it, though, and it wasn’t as strong as what I’m experiencing now.

Oh my God. I’m crushing on Santiago and staring at his cock.

I quickly sit up, brushing a hand over my hair in an attempt to tame it.

“Did you sleep well?” Santiago asks, his voice not groggy at all, telling me he’s been awake for a while.

“Yes.” I shoot him a nervous smile and scoot off the bed. “I’m going to make coffee. Can I pour you a juice?”

“Please. I’m just going to freshen up.”

Nodding, I walk out of the bedroom as fast as I can and head straight for the coffee machine. I switch it on, then run to my bathroom and quickly brush my hair and teeth before hurrying back to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, I see a cocktail blend of fruits, and I pour some into a glass for Santiago. I spin around to put the carton back in the fridge but almost drop it because he’s standing right in front of me.

He takes the carton from me and sets it down on the counter, then he frames my face with his hands and leans down. My heart practically bursts from my chest as I realize what he intends to do, but he only presses his mouth to mine for three seconds max before pulling back, and I feel disappointed it didn’t last longer.

“Happy birthday,mi sol.” He stares deep into my eyes, and it feels as if he’s promising me the world. “I hope today will be amazing for you.”

Only then does it sink in that it’s my birthday.

“Have your cup of coffee and get ready because I have a surprise for you. Dress for the beach.”

A smile spreads over my face, and I quickly add sugar and cream to my mug before taking my coffee to my bedroom, so I can drink it while I’m getting ready for the day.

While I sip on my beverage, I glance over the clothes that were packed for me.

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