“Zoraida Eva Maria Del Bosque Sotomayor!” Raphael swore angrily when he heard what she wanted from him. “You are asking ME to what?” Raphael glared at his granddaughter.He was not overly pleased with her request, not pleased at all.
“You want me to remove a curse you only THINK your brother is using?” he stated, not liking at all the accusations she was welding against her own brother. He knew Tomas was bad news - but using his magic to bind people into killing contracts for some street gang? The mere idea seemed rather preposterous. To think that his grandson would lower himself to such a deplorable level.
“Abuelo… grandfather, please, be reasonable, I didn’t ask you here because I want to cause trouble,” Zoraida sighed, trying to be patient with him, having expected such a reaction from him. “I am sure, almost 99% sure. I just need you to look, okay? If Tomas is not involved, and the curse is not his, you can simply walk away, not do anything.” she reasoned, “I am not asking for more than that.”
“You two…” Raphael bit out, “You and your brother need to work out your disagreements, dammit. I will not stand for this much longer. These constant accusations, rivalries... You two have been like this since …. Well, since your mother died,” he stated curtly, a little less angrily as he eyed his granddaughter thoughtfully realising that, she looked like her mother more and more every day. A thought that quelled his anger somewhat.
“You know I can’t talk to Tomas,” Zora bit back, angry now, blinking back tears, ready to hurl a bunch of excuses at him, but instead shut up, whirling away angrily.
“He is your family, Zoraida,” Raphael said pointedly. “Family is important, you know what I think about that.”
Shaking her head, Zora just bit back her frustration at this. It was an old argument - one she hated. “You know what Tomas did to me, right?” she turned around slowly, advancing on her grandfather. “Or did you forget?” she demanded, “He threw me down the stairs when I was pregnant. Or have you conveniently forgotten?” she said very coldly.
“I almost lost my son. Thankfully, nothing happened to him,” she added coolly, thinking immediately of Jeremiah.
“What do you mean - nothing happened to him? Your son is dead, no?” Raphael demanded, his voice hard, as he looked at his granddaughter, sure that something had escaped him, not liking the implications of her words. Raphael knew her son had died. Her father had told him so. Informed Raphael of it personally.
“What?” Zora said shocked by his words as she looked at her grandfather blankly. “My son never died. I-I gave him up for adoption.” she said feeling a sense of something, foreboding.
“Your son is dead, Zoraida. Your father told me so.” Raphael said darkly, knowing now something was not right. Either his granddaughter had lost it, or her father lied to him. Either way, he was not happy.
“Jeremiah, my son, is NOT dead. He’s here, here on Manta Carlos.” Zora growled angrily at her grandfather.
Stunned at this revelation, Raphael said nothing and just glowered at Zoraida, now seething, angry - he had been maliciously misled by her father, and he had a few ideas why … none he wanted to share with Zoraida for now, and so, Raphael just nodded, relented somewhat,. “Fine. I will take a look at the curse for you, but first, your son, tell me what happened. Everything, from the beginning.”
“You want me to remove a curse you only THINK your brother is using?” he stated, not liking at all the accusations she was welding against her own brother. He knew Tomas was bad news - but using his magic to bind people into killing contracts for some street gang? The mere idea seemed rather preposterous. To think that his grandson would lower himself to such a deplorable level.
“Abuelo… grandfather, please, be reasonable, I didn’t ask you here because I want to cause trouble,” Zoraida sighed, trying to be patient with him, having expected such a reaction from him. “I am sure, almost 99% sure. I just need you to look, okay? If Tomas is not involved, and the curse is not his, you can simply walk away, not do anything.” she reasoned, “I am not asking for more than that.”
“You two…” Raphael bit out, “You and your brother need to work out your disagreements, dammit. I will not stand for this much longer. These constant accusations, rivalries... You two have been like this since …. Well, since your mother died,” he stated curtly, a little less angrily as he eyed his granddaughter thoughtfully realising that, she looked like her mother more and more every day. A thought that quelled his anger somewhat.
“You know I can’t talk to Tomas,” Zora bit back, angry now, blinking back tears, ready to hurl a bunch of excuses at him, but instead shut up, whirling away angrily.
“He is your family, Zoraida,” Raphael said pointedly. “Family is important, you know what I think about that.”
Shaking her head, Zora just bit back her frustration at this. It was an old argument - one she hated. “You know what Tomas did to me, right?” she turned around slowly, advancing on her grandfather. “Or did you forget?” she demanded, “He threw me down the stairs when I was pregnant. Or have you conveniently forgotten?” she said very coldly.
“I almost lost my son. Thankfully, nothing happened to him,” she added coolly, thinking immediately of Jeremiah.
“What do you mean - nothing happened to him? Your son is dead, no?” Raphael demanded, his voice hard, as he looked at his granddaughter, sure that something had escaped him, not liking the implications of her words. Raphael knew her son had died. Her father had told him so. Informed Raphael of it personally.
“What?” Zora said shocked by his words as she looked at her grandfather blankly. “My son never died. I-I gave him up for adoption.” she said feeling a sense of something, foreboding.
“Your son is dead, Zoraida. Your father told me so.” Raphael said darkly, knowing now something was not right. Either his granddaughter had lost it, or her father lied to him. Either way, he was not happy.
“Jeremiah, my son, is NOT dead. He’s here, here on Manta Carlos.” Zora growled angrily at her grandfather.
Stunned at this revelation, Raphael said nothing and just glowered at Zoraida, now seething, angry - he had been maliciously misled by her father, and he had a few ideas why … none he wanted to share with Zoraida for now, and so, Raphael just nodded, relented somewhat,. “Fine. I will take a look at the curse for you, but first, your son, tell me what happened. Everything, from the beginning.”
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