He went inside their penthouse and headed straight for the kitchen. He set the bags of food on the counter.

"So, the food can wait a few minutes more." Marcelo turned around and offered his hand to his wife.

"Since the Hellfire Club... thing, I've been working on something." That was always how he referred to what happened at the Hellfire Club soiree. It hadn't been quite as devastating for him as it had for her, but there were parts that still made him ache.

"I know I can't take on your father. At least not on my own."