He raised a hand to wipe it away, leaving a smear of red on his skin.

“Isaac,” he said, his voice shaking, “is it really necessary to be so violent?”

Isaac glanced at him before heading towards the bed where Camila lay. It was obvious she was out cold because she had not even stirred despite all the commotion.

As he got closer, the smell of alcohol emanating from her was suffocating.

Isaac scowled.

“How much has she drunk?” he demanded.

“They almost got through two bottles and…”

before he could

tell her

so noisy!” Camila

opened momentarily to see a familiar

L A ‘s L

just like…

dismissed the idea as impossible though. It couldn’t

he just appear out of

be her mistaking Jaylen for Isaac again. She sighed and closed

“I’m cursed,” she muttered.

Isaac. Was this what obsession meant? Or was it just an illusion caused by

a deep voice called out and she

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