~Annalyn POV~
We all turned, and what my eyes beheld froze the very air in my chest it was Camila.
She stood there without fear, her lips curved in a poisonous smile the same woman who once hid in shadows now dared to face us head-on.
"Camila?" Matteo's voice thundered, he stepped forward, surprise flickering across his face. "You came here willingly? Without fear?"
"Scared? Of who?" Camila tossed her hair back and let out a laugh that grated my ears. "You Del Pieros? That's a joke right? If I came here before, at least I met pleasure, but now? I smell nothing but hate."
Her gaze slid toward me, slow and cruel, as though peeling my skin apart. "The hate is only just springing out even the last one standing by you will soon leave." She smiled, sharp as a knife.
Lucas's fury was like a storm unleashed he grabbed her by the collar, his grip so strong her feet almost lifted from the ground. "If you think we won't touch you, keep dreaming!"
