Carlos’s P.O.V.

My tone was harsher than I intended it to be, but it was my pent-up frustration that made its way out of my mouth. Harley froze, shock flaring in her eyes before her expressions hardened like ice.

“You think people run their mouths freely because of me?”

Her sharp query wavered my anger for a second. That look on her face was something new, unlike the usual Harley, who always argued back, who always fought me tooth and nail.

Her face was blank, devoid of warmth, and it scared me more than her fury ever could.

She stepped back and straightened up, nodding firmly. “Fine. Arrange a ceremony....