CARLOS POV

I remained close by as Fletcher tended to our kin. We had gotten dressed before coming out to the city square. Being exposed wasn't something that annoyed me, but since everyone else was wearing clothing, I would have felt odd standing before them lightly clad.

I wore a pair of trousers with no shirt on, totally uncovering the brilliant tattoo on my right arm, going up to half of my chest. The tattoo of an olive growing on a vine gave my appearance another dimension.

Fletcher wore tight-fitting pants and a black leather jacket, leaving it half-open to flaunt his chest. He had rolled his sleeves up and...