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Imagining Padma as Carlos’s wife made my stomach feel queasy. The woman I’d seen seemed so pure and innocent that I couldn’t imagine her being tainted by someone like Carlos. How on earth could he be her husband?
But I could see why he would want her as a mate. Padma might look like a model, but a single look at her would tell you that she was insanely powerful, and that she was just trying out look normal. I remembered how she’d held me last night as she pulled me away from the river, and even then I could tell her strength from her grip alone. If anyone could handle him, it would be her.
But I still couldn’t believe it. Why would she stay with him? Why would she remain with a man who she knew was a vicious and dangerous killer? Why didn’t she leave him?
I kept thinking about it,
