Ezra's breath came heavy, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Camila's mocking laughter echoed, cutting through his skull like steel scraping glass as he stepped forward. His palm struck the wall beside her head, the plaster cracking under his strength. She didn't react she only smiled, lips curved like a snake.
"Say that again," Ezra growled.
Camila tilted her head, gaze glinting with defiance. "Why not? Isn't it delicious, Ezra? The truth you've been running from? Annalyn is nothing but a vessel. The devil sleeps in her veins, you bed her, you feed it, you want a mate? Then keep kissing your own destruction."
The room shuddered as Ezra seized her throat and his grip was firm, not enough to kill, but enough to silence her laughter. Veins bulged on his hand as fury coursed through him.
Camila's face flushed red, yet she still smiled and her lips parted, words rasping through strangled breath. "You can kill me… but it won't change the fate…"
