Camilia sat on the edge of the bed long after she left the living room, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. His words still echoed in her skull like chains dragging across stone.

For Camilia, I would be anything.

You’re not worthy to stand beside her.

Watch your back… I might stick a knife through it.

Her fingers trembled despite her best efforts to keep them steady.

She inhaled shakily.

Enough. She needed answers — and she needed them now.

With a deep breath, she rose from the ...