CHAPTER 90 AMAYA

I watched as Castillo still had his back faced at our direction like the room no longer mattered, like we no longer mattered, and for a single, dangerous second it almost looked like he was leaving just as easily as he had arrived, but then he lifted his hand slightly, two fingers rising in a gesture so small it should have meant nothing and yet everything inside me went still.

“Wait,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.

Javier’s head snapped toward me. “What is it?”

“That’s not a grand exit from him 

,” I murmured, my gaze locked on Castillo’s back, on the deliberate calm...