Chapter 43

LUIS VEGA'S Pov Through the glass wall, I observed her. Even though she had her back to me, I could tell she could feel my gaze on her back. She did it every time. She was sitting motionless, far too motionless. As if she were a doll, waiting to be wound up again. I entered. The atmosphere changed. Her breath caught. She didn't look around. "You're missing me?" Nothing. "You smell like fear, Camila," I whispered close to her neck as I approached her from behind and bent down. She winced. "Today, no hug?" "I despise you." It hurt. Still, I grinned. "Do you?" At last, she turned. Her lips were cracked and dry, and her eyes were glassy. "I won't be broken by you." "Are you certain about that?" She got up too quickly. Her legs nearly failed her. "All right," I said. "Hit me once more. as if it were yesterday. Her voice broke. "You kept me confined here for two days." I chuckled. "I handed you a blanket." "Luis, I urinated in a corner." I sniffed after taking a look around. "You could have