Chapter 72

CAMILA'S Pov It was cold in my bedroom. chilly compared to normal. The blanket slipped off my bare legs as I sat up. The entire space appeared to be a frozen lake as the moon shone on the glass walls. However, I didn't shiver because of the cold. The note was the thing. It was on my pillow, exactly where my head had been. The note was crisp and had only been folded once. On the front was my father's handwriting, which I hadn't seen in years. He is no longer alive. I saw his coffin. I touched the polished wood. What on earth did his handwriting look like in this context? I opened it with shaking fingers. Camila You are already in danger if you are reading this. La Sombra Roja is not what you think it is. Santiago is not on your side. The man in red is not trustworthy. I gazed. My heart pounded against my ribs as my throat constricted. What does this signify? Santiago. My uncle. I was raised by him. kept me safe. fed me bedtime stories and secrets. Was it all a lie? There was a hint of s