Trixy's POV
"Oh, why? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
My heart froze.
Why… why is he here?
"What are you doing here?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Did you think I was dead, so you came to confirm it yourself?"
He laughed—low and casual, the sound of someone who enjoyed having control.
"I'm not that cruel, hija."
"Really?" I asked, my tone sharp and dripping with sarcasm.
"I came here to make sure you did exactly what we agreed on."
I turned my gaze away, unable to look at him any longer. "Don't worry," I said flatly. "I already did what you wanted."
He stepped closer. The faint scent of his cologne—clean and cold—made my stomach twist. His hand brushed through my hair like a father's touch, but it only made my skin crawl.
"You're such a good girl," he murmured. "If you keep this up, we'll get along just fine."
My hands gripped the blanket tightly as I stared at him, my voice trembling but firm. "Just make sure you keep your end of the deal."
