Her hands trembled slightly while Aron's eyes were on her body, which made her feel nervous, somewhat guilty about what had happened, so much so that it made her doubt that it is not natural. He never thought about using a weapon, much less in front of a man, one like the one who, in his eyes, was an innocent gentleman about the crime. - It was... In defense... -He said between short stammers, doubting if it was really to protect himself from the blood on his clothes, it generated repulsion. But she was not able to finish justifying herself when she heard a male voice, one that she did like. - You shouldn't feel guilty - He said with a smile on his face that didn't seem to be scared by what happened, he adjusted a lock of the lady's hair. She didn't really understand the man but she felt she could trust him. ꨄ ៸ ៸ ★ Attention: This book is inspired by the AU Vaqueros de Home. Contains scenes of insults, substance use, drug trafficking, violence, explicit descriptions and deaths. Please maintain discretion Some characters do not belong to me. Credits to Holly for the translation ★