Chapter 8

CAMILA ORTEGA POINT OF VIEW I'm having trouble breathing. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and the night is oppressive. I can't get Raúl's warning out of my head. "Camila, you are free to depart tonight. Have faith in me. How can I trust him, though? Diego's eyes are constantly watching me and managing every aspect of my life, so how can I trust anyone? Even when he's not there, I can sense his presence. I feel both fear and a glimmer of hope that I might be able to escape when I consider doing so. As I make my way through the mansion's hallways, the shadows engulf me in their darkness. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest, and my ears are thudding as I move stealthily through the hallways. I should be thrilled, shouldn't I? I have the opportunity to leave and get away from everything—Diego, the mansion, the fear—but all I can feel is fear. I'm afraid. Afraid of being discovered, I am terrified of the potential consequences if Diego finds out. Above all, though, I'm afraid of what