I’d been enjoying the fresh entertainment. But there was also no need to be so openly rude to our new token villain. It’s like kicking a goddamn puppy, Dahlia. That was why Baltasar Suarez had been the object of my obsession ever since I’d first encountered him in person—when I was 21 and he was 18. While the rest of his siblings ranged from threatening to downright terrifying, Baltasar had a naiveté to him. An unexpected sweetness.
