~Annalyn POV~
Celix's laughter broke out suddenly and loud, mocking , it clashed with the sound of the rain still dripping from the eaves. My whole body stiffened as I sat inside, listening through the thin wooden walls.
"What's so funny?" Matteo snapped at him, his voice rough, dangerous.
Celix tilted his head, his tone sharp as a blade. "I was only thinking… both of you were so busy earlier having sex, that your moaning almost disturbed me. Don't you think it's amusing turning into enemy quickly?"
My cheeks flushed even though I was not the one he mocked, Matteo's anger burst like fire. "Nobody takes a whore seriously, they're just for lick… and dropped." His voice carried venom, as if spitting Camila's name from his mouth.
Lucas's calm voice cut in. "Camila! Where's the evidence you said you had?"
For a moment, silence. Then Camila's smooth reply: "It might be inside the house."
