Third Person’s POV

Nala paced the room, then turned abruptly and threw a dart at the wall missing, her target.

“Fuck!” she cried out, running a hand through her damp hair.

“Let’s do this one last time,” she muttered, stepping back, narrowing her eyes, then aiming again. This time, the dart landed precisely on the spot she wanted—Camille’s forehead.

“Bingo!” she cheered.

“Let’s see how you make baseless accusations without a brain to think with,” Nala laughed hysterically, picking up the glass of scotch from the table and downing it in one go.

She threw herself onto the bed, eyes staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. She had spent two nights...