Back in the mansion, Camilla sat still, eyes burning with a thousand unsaid things. Vanessa had made her choice, so will she.

If Vanessa wants to go against Cyrus by joining force with Diaz, then she’ll have to face her. Of course, she wasn’t afraid of Cyrus losing to Diaz, but she knew whatever Diaz was playing at, it had something to do with herself and Cyrus.

Diaz wanted a show?

Fine.

He'd get one.

****

Cyrus stepped into the bedroom – hair tousled, shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his jacket slung over his arm. The weight of the day still lingered in his eyes....