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

tell her to

noisy!” Camila

eyes flickered opened momentarily to see a familiar

A ‘s L I B R

just

idea as impossible though. It

just

again. She sighed and closed her

“I’m cursed,” she muttered.

Or was it

deep voice called out and she

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