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

you tell

so noisy!” Camila suddenly

momentarily to see a familiar

E L A ‘s L I B R A

looked just like…

idea as

could he just

her mistaking Jaylen for Isaac again. She sighed and closed her eyes,

“I’m cursed,” she muttered.

Or was it just an illusion caused by missing him too

deep voice called out and she

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