Diablo's Angel by Donna Fletcher

Author:Donna Fletcher [Fletcher, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Donna Fletcher

Chapter 18

The screech of the big cat woke Crista. She bolted up in bed, upset that it had only been a dream. She dropped back on the pillow, thinking the animal’s presence in her dreams let her know she had yet to gain the strength she needed. And that was true.

She’d been home two weeks now and she still wasn’t comfortable here. It had been an awkward first meeting with her parents, Alejandro and Valerianna Cesare. They had stood staring at her as if they didn’t recognize her, but then she had resembled more a peasant than the daughter of a wealthy Spanish family.

Her father had been the one to speak first, telling her how good it was that she was finally home. He hadn’t stepped forward to welcome her with a hug and kiss, and she had simply stood there staring at him, trying to remember him.

It had been easy to see where Esteban had gotten his fine features. Though her father had aged, his hair having turned a silvery white, he was still a handsome man and tall, though not as tall as Esteban. Her brother stood with the regal bearing their father once had, his shoulders drawn back, his chin high and his chest wide while their father’s shoulders sagged just enough to show his age.

Her mother was a beautiful woman even with a touch of age that graced her face, though there was not a touch of gray to her dark hair. The first words her mother had said to her were, “You must be tired from your journey and in want of a bath. I’ll have that arranged for you immediately.”

Crista shook her head. Her mother had been more concerned with her appearance than with her return home. She couldn’t help but think how Ricardo and Lucia would have welcomed her home. Even after being away for her lessons at the convent a couple of days a week, Lucia would hug her close, the scent of whatever food she was preparing for supper heavy around her, and she would ask how the day went. Lucia would listen to her babble on, ask questions, laugh with her, then hug her again and tell her it was good she was home. Ricardo would get her from the convent and would wait until they were a distance away, then he would stop the wagon and give her a hug and ask if she was all right. He did that each and every time, and it was what she’d looked forward to the most on the days spent at the convent, that reassuring hug so filled with love.

She had gotten none of that on her return home from her true family.

She sat up with a stretch and looked around the room that had been hers when she was young, but that she hadn’t remembered. It was far different from the nearly barren shack she had shared with Diablo. It was much larger and full of color. Her bed was

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