Stay cool, the young man’s eyes signaled. This Frat Boy obviously knew of his connection with Cassiopeia.“Let me get you back to your hotel,” Salazar said from the study.Malone pointed to the open doorway six feet away, and they both slipped inside a darkened media room. Soft chairs faced a huge video screen, an obvious addition to such an old house.They flattened themselves against the wall.He heard movement from the study, then steps in the corridor outside. Both Salazar and Cassiopeia came into view outside the half-open door. He peered out and watched as Salazar grabbed Cassiopeia by the arm, drawing her close and kissing her.Her arms embraced him, caressing his shoulders.The sight was at once unnerving and disturbing.“I have wanted to do that for a long time,” Salazar said to her. “I never forgot you.”“I know.”“What do we do from here?”“Enjoy our time together. I’ve missed you, Josepe.”“Surely you have loved and been loved.”“I have. But what we had was special, and we both know it.”Salazar kissed her again.
