Chapter 20 — The Second Operation

Alejandro went ghastly white, and his knees buckled, and he went down onto them on the polished marble floor of the lobby where he had spent fifteen years pretending to be a king.

“Camila,” he whimpered, and it was the first time he had said my name without contempt since he leaned over my hospital bed a week before.

“Please.

Tell Stephen to drop the corporate charges.

We can fix this.