"You...." I blinked. "You what Diego?"

He looked at me carefully and sighed.

"Your bruises are not because of the underground battle, Diego. Tell me... what did they do to you. What Don Cleo did to you?"

" I've been used to them ever since. I'm not used to it when you're far from me."

He cannot get me by his sweet words.

I held my neck.

"Eh, what are you going to do here?" I asked tiredly.

"Because I don't want you to be far from me?" He answered to ask me too.

I folded my arms. My head really hurts.

"What about my twin?"

He approached me.

"She's...