Chapter 12 Mateo’s Jealousy

Marisol’s POV 

The air inside the botanica was thick enough to choke a horse. We had windows boarded up and wards humming so loud they made my teeth ache, but the real rot wasn't coming from the outside. It was coming from the man standing across the room from me.

Mateo was pacing. He’d been pacin...

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