Chapter 81

CAMILA'S Pov It felt like a graveyard in the interrogation room. Silent threats swirled in the stale air, while the harsh overhead light illuminated the cold concrete walls. My back was straight as I sat there, but beneath that, my nerves were shaking. Miguel, my brother-in-arms and my guard, shifted uncomfortably in the chair across from me. Or he had been, anyway. His fingers tapped in an erratic rhythm that matched the pounding in my chest as his hands shook on his lap. Once, I had placed my trust in him. I had trusted him deeply. I believed he would sacrifice himself for me if it became necessary. Right now? His gaze now steered clear of mine like a remorseful kid caught stealing candy. Outside, surrounded by darkness and the blare of distant sirens, the city was quiet but perilous. Betrayal, suspicion, and the acrid taste of fear permeated the air between us. "Are the plans known to anyone else?" My voice was low but commanding as I asked. I came here to uncover the truth, not to