Morgana tried to wrench her wrist away from Luis. "Let me go!" she cried, trying desperately to control her tears. "I don't want to listen to you. What you intend to do with your life is not my concern!"
But that wasn't really true. Incredible that only days ago in Rio, she had been certain she would never see him again. Now, in less than a week, he had become so familiar to her, so important. But why was he holding her captive?