“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Genia interrupted, her voice sharp, her grip tightening on Cambrik’s hands. “I don’t care if Cynthia can light up a damn firework show. You are Cambrik Sher, and no one—no one—gets to make you feel like you’re less than you are, least of all Otthen and his trash of a mistress.”
Tears welled up in Cambrik’s eyes, but she blinked them back, her pride holding on by a thread. “I need to leave him, Genia,” she said, her voice firmer now, as if saying it out loud gave her strength. “I can’t live like this anymore. I need to be free.”
Genia’s face softened, her anger melting into fierce determination. “You’ll have it,” she said, her voice resolute. “You’ll have your freedom, Cambrik. I’ll stand by you every step of the way. If you want to fight him, we’ll
