Two Eyes Cenote heliocereus

No. 

It was a gut punch, the rest of Khusobek's words the wind that sucked the breath out of him. Yet he held his tongue, cooling his anger in a way he had not done following his sister's ceremony. 

Was there a chance he was wrong? Machiavelli's teeth had been unmistakable that night - blood had been drawn! "You are right, I do not trust him. Not at all," came his reply, though his eyes met his father's with an honest understanding. "Somehow he has managed to worm his way into Safiya's heart." She had been sent away, but Kheti was sure the sentiment would remain.

But the intensity of Khusobek's gaze now made it clear that the man - Soto - was the true enemy. Worse than poison. What kind of horrors hid behind his song? Nodding stiffly, his wide eyes now looked beyond the cenote. "What has this man - what has Soto done to be so bad?"