Chapter 57

Camilla's pov The table still held the half-full bottle of wine from the previous evening. My lipstick had discolored the rim. Rosalía had a clean glass. Dry. She appeared to have never touched it. She didn't, of course. She didn't blink. I never slipped. That smile persisted throughout. The cold behind her eyes, however, was visible to me. She was aware that I was aware. I had a new issue now. A larger one. I received a photo of myself from someone. Dozing off. Alejandro was by my side, lying in my bed. in my house. They were in the house. And now I was forced to do the one thing I detested the most. Seek assistance. We used to burn down the old boxing gym where I met her. She had once attempted to have me killed. Perhaps twice. Lucía Reyes. I had no faith in her. I had no faith in her, not even for a moment. She did, however, have something I needed. Strength. "You're displaying courage here," she remarked, leaning on the ropes with her arms folded. "I was aiming for your heart the l