Chapter 77

LUIS'S Pov Before I entered the room, a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't get the past to leave me like a shadow. A whispering presence reminded me of my former role as El Diablo's executioner. The man who was supposed to kill Camila was the one who killed without mercy and took lives on orders. I tasted the bitterness of memory as I briefly closed my eyes. I could hear the voices in my head, feel the blood on my hands, and remember the dark nights. They never abandoned me. This is not the time to let them go. I had to stop those ghosts from winning. No longer. The door creaked open, and I heard it. Someone intervened. The piercing voice said, "You're late." I attempted to convey a casual tone by stating, "I'm running late." My heart was racing inside. "You have excuses all the time." "Yeah, well, you don't always have a choice." The tension filled the room like smoke, but the words felt hollow. I observed her Camila. Her eyes were burning and piercing. She had no faith in me. Perhap