Chapter 95 Chills

• POV: Amaia.
• "What the hell was that, Amaia?" Jessie asks angrily once we return to the back of the stage.
• The applause and cheers of the customers can be heard on the other side, asking for more, but I can't think of anything other than Ernesto's eyes staring at me in astonishment. I still don't understand how he recognized me despite wearing a mask. I lean against one of the walls to steady myself and barely hear Jessie ranting about having to react in time and finish the act as we had planned. I feel the cold sweat running down my face and covering my entire skin, like an eternal chill that foretells what is to come.