Camilla's POV
Few hours ago.
"Lovely, please. Open the door." Malakai pounded so hard I thought the wood might split. I had locked it, desperate for space, for air, desperate to wrestle with the raging storm inside me.
My heart thudded with each strike.
"I said get lost! I don’t want to see you!" I screamed, sliding down until my head sank between my knees, fists tangled in my hair.
Sobs tore from me, raw and ugly, burning my throat.
The gruesome sight of the man’s head rolling, blood spilling like an endless river, was etched in my mind. And the strangest thing was the feeling that I had seen it before. A chilling déjà vu I couldn’t explain.
I shouldn’t feel anything but resentment for anyone tied to Marcus. They treated me like filth back in Swiftcreek, as if my mother’s sin was
