Ava’s POV
4:32 a.m. — Mexico
“Absolutely not.”
Morgan looked at me.
“Ava—”
“No.”
True crossed her arms.
“We haven't even explained everything.”
“You've explained enough.”
Tootsie stood beside Diego's bed, looking entirely too entertained.
I pointed toward Morgan.
“First, someone tries killing us.
"Then we discover Isabel's been hunting me because of something that happened years ago.
"Now a dead man I've never met has left me a mysterious letter?”
Morgan sighed.
“Technically—”
“Don't you dare say technically.”
Tootsie snorted.
I threw my hands up.
“If everyone could stop treating me like the Chosen One, that would be great.”
Morgan raised an eyebrow.
“The Chosen One?”
“Yes, Morgan. Apparently, every criminal in Mexico knows my name.
"Dead men are leaving me letters
