"I'm not leaving," she said, her chin lifting as defiance sharpened her voice, eyes burning with challenge. "So tell me, Seraphina… what exactly do you think you can do to me?"
For a moment, the air between them felt taut, stretched thin like a wire pulled too far.
Raya looked at Camilla quietly.
Not with anger.
Not with irritation.
But with the kind of calm that made people uneasy.
Then she smiled.
It was slow. Deliberate.
"Okay then," Raya said lightly, as though Camilla had just asked an innocent question. She lifted her hand and pointed toward the far corner of the store, where a decorative grass rug lay beneath a tall indoor plant, clearly meant for aesthetics rather than comfort. "You can sleep there."
Camilla blinked.
Her friends froze.
Before anyone could react, Raya turned away as if the matter had already been settled. She reached for Anna's hand, her fingers warm and steady, and gently tugged her forward.
"Come on," Raya said softly. "Let's not waste our time."
