“You are better than this, Baltasar. You are a fucking Suarez. The Salah clan may have heroic political influence, but only the oldest two siblings can hold a weak candle to what the six of us can do with actual power. You are not just a piece of meat. You are here with a purpose—to marry Dahlia, help her bypass Zion to take the throne, and then absorb their house into ours.” My heart was galloping in my chest, but I nodded and stood my ground, knowing it was what he wanted to see. “Yeah, I know, but…” How the hell am I supposed to do all that? I’m only… The Dumb One.
