I stare at Rafael as he tends to the cut on my lip with a gentleness I never imagined he possessed. Since leaving Carla's house, he hasn't left my side for a moment - carrying me to the car, then into the house once we arrived. The way he barked orders at Pedro to call the doctor minutes ago caught me off guard; you'd think I was dying from the urgency in his voice. I'd be lying if I said it didn't stir something deep inside me. This human side of him, the one I somehow manage to draw out without even trying, fascinates me.
"How did you know to come?" I ask as he picks up a warm towel to wipe my cheeks. Earlier, I'd insisted the doctor treat Carla first - something Rafael strongly opposed until I refused to let anyone touch me unless they helped her first. That forced his hand, though his
