Ramiro plucked the parchment from her fingers, his eyes steady. "Now, we make sure Castillo understands that playing games with you means playing games with me."
He tapped the letter against his palm, his expression sharpening with thought. "He wanted to measure the distance between us. We'll let him think he's found one."
Luzia frowned. "You're going to let him believe I'd turn against you?"
A smirk ghosted across Ramiro's lips. "Let him believe whatever makes him bold enough to make his next mistake."
Esteban exhaled a quiet chuckle. "And when he does?"
Flames erupted from Ramiro's palm, engulfing the letter. He watched as the edges curled and blackened, his voice calm and certain. "We'll be ready."
Ramiro shifted his gaze to Luzia, the firelight casting sharp shadows across his face. His expression softened. "You should get some rest, Luzia."
