Chapter 30

CAMILA RAMOS' Pov There was life in the cemetery behind the San Marcos cathedral. Not entirely. Tonight's wind seemed to know all our secrets because it was so sharp and curled through the tombstones. With my jacket pulled tight and my arms crossed, I waited by the broken angel statue. My heart continued to pound. It's not cold. He arrived late. Or perhaps he decided against it. Or perhaps Luis was following him, and this was the time I would be shot. No. I gave a headshake. That's not what Alejandro would do. Would he? "Camila." He spoke in a low, cautious voice from the shadows. With my heart thumping wildly in my chest, I quickly turned. He emerged from the shadows as if he had always been there. His eyes remained the same despite his black coat and wind-blown hair. Sad. Furious. Lovely. I muttered, "You came." "You instructed me to." We gazed. Like an old wound, silence stretched. I remarked, "I didn't think you'd actually show." "So you don't even know who I am." "I did in the pas