Chapter 33. The Real Rafael

Leah’s POV

The heater was on but I still felt a bit cold. But what I was more focused on was what Rafael had just told me.

My brain was still trying to process it, I did not know whether he was just being metaphorical or whether he was actually telling it the way it was.

So I waited. I waited for him to say something. I waited for him to clarify. 

But he kept quiet and kept his eyes on the road. I really wanted to know though, I felt like since I had been brought here, I have been in the dark.

And I felt like the more I’d learn, the better the odds would be of me getting out of here and returning to my life.

I also was generally intrigued, wanting to understand why this guy was the way he was.

“Rafael?” I said his name softly. 

He glanced at me and then looked back at the road. “When I was sixteen-years old, I got approached by someone that used to work for my family. I remember it like it was yesterday. She