“Cyrus, let me go…” Camilla whispered, trying to steady her voice as she tried to shake off his hand.

His grip around her wrist tightened, as his gaze became darker. “You let him go, before I leave you!”

“Hey, I don't know who you're talking about, but that's not me. Please, let my hand go, you're hurting it.”

Cyrus didn't bulge, instead he dragged her away from the door, to the bed where he pushed her hard.

Camila's body slammed against the soft bed, as Cyrus eyed her with his dark, dangerous gaze. It was obvious he had snapped.

Camilla drawled back to the bed board, her expression mixed with...