Chapter 78

Camilla's pov The smell of cold wood and dust filled the safehouse. Even though it was a forgotten location that nobody would consider searching, there was a sense of tension there, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. I waited for Alejandro to arrive by the window, where the moonlight hardly reached my feet. My heart was pounding so loudly that it was resonating in my ears like a drum. I experienced the same old surge of rage and something else I wasn't yet ready to label when he eventually entered the room, cautious and silent. He showed no signs of relief or even a smile. Rather, he had piercing eyes that mirrored my own, full of pain and questions. "Camila," he said in a rough, low voice. "What made you call me here? You don't believe me. I didn't wince. "Perhaps I do not." He approached slowly, the lines on his face that I remembered too well caught the dim light. "I didn't return to engage in combat." "So what? Did you intend to remind me of what you had stolen?