d. The grand hall of the Sterling estate slowly emptied, leaving behind

aircase, her heels clicking softly against the marble floo

rk wood furniture, high windows that overlooked the estate, and a massive king-sized bed in

cked off her heels, loosening the tight clips in her hai

his cufflinks, paused mid-moti

mpressed look. "So, you

is

roof," she deadpan

o the nightstand. "I guess you should fin

eyes, "This bed is

aring a bed

take th

exhaling in irritation. "Wh

ile that always seemed to get under his skin. "

wards the closet to grab a quilt. Camilla watched hi

lightning speed, she snatched the quilt from his grasp and th

ed, momenta

ou ser

no, what a tragedy. I guess the

e climbed onto the bed and lay down b

ed upright.

he a clean freak? She had thought he'd leave the bed fo

g enough for two." He s

rustration boiled in her veins. Huffing, she thr

possible!"

the bed, resting an arm behind h

ping herself in a smaller throw blanket. But despite her a

leep never c

ing into his thoughts when the world was silent. Shadows of things he would rather f

ttered when the

s s

f prepare my t

ht a

herbal tea on the nightstand before quickly retreating. Cyrus took a slow slip, allowing the familiar

feared the most, h

cent of blood clung to the air. A boy, small, helpless, tr

der. The boy turned, staring int

voice cracked. "

ing, suffoc

ips and then...Cyrus eye

s hands trembled as he pressed them against his face. His he

too quiet. To

e walls felt like they

mething insid

teacup shattered against the wall, fragments flyi

ths were

ing to destroy everything that came his

he mirror.

Crushed. A

lls, desk, anything he could reach. The room turned into

a soft sound,

apped towar

ing around her waist. Her eyes reflected shock – and

ing into fists. The destruction around him seem

t time, Cami

the infuriating and careless husband. Bu

ogether by thr

related to his

ence st

Camille asked, masking her f

didn't

nning a hand through his disheveled hair. His reflection in the shattered mirror mocke

anding slowly. She wa

ealth..." her voice was so

didn't

" she p

p." His voice wa

ious? You just went full psycho on

e cut her off sharply, his t

o push him further, but something about the way hi

such a state, but she couldn't go back t

he exhale

towards the door, intending to i

arp sound cam

h

to his knees, his fingers digging into the floor

stomach

epped towards h

espo

ook slightly. Hi

was wrong.

her. For the first time, Camilla wondere

her, his eyes dark, unreadable and then he spoke. But what he said

to someone wh

His hands clenched into fists.

s breath

was

s, ca

ak, Cyrus suddenly m

d grabbed her wrist

slammed against h

locked

ty, cold, like he was

s he whispered something th

e run when you