Chapter 45

Camilla's pov Outside my window, the world was on fire. Tension instead of fire. With one boot half on and the other thrown across the room, I sat on the edge of the bed. My hands trembled, but not out of fear. from all other sources. I could still hear Alejandro's voice. You can choose. However, time is not on your side. Yes? Time was never, in fact. Valeria whispered, "Camila," as she leant against the doorframe, crossed her arms, and watched me closely. "Are you certain you want to do this?" "Do I appear uncertain?" "It seems like you're going to put your heart in a blender." She was not mistaken. I looked back at the wall-mounted, cracked mirror. The face that was staring back at me had lost its softness. Her eyes were tired, and her lines were sharp. This plan is suicide. Unless it succeeds. I retrieved the firearm from beneath the bed, examined the clip, and tucked it into the back of my jeans. Valeria let out a sigh. "If he discovers that you are betraying him, he will kill you.