Spell

The air crackled with a tension so thick it felt like a living entity in the confines of the opulent room. Camila, her eyes red-rimmed and defiant, stood her ground, her gaze locked on mine. "I'm not leaving," she declared, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. "Not until I talk to Ben."

Zephyr, a predator confronted by an unexpected challenger, narrowed her eyes. The playful amusement from earlier had vanished, replaced by a steely glint that promised a coming storm. "And who do you think you are, barging into my private chambers and making demands?" Her voice was a silken whip, each word laced with icy disdain.

Camila's chin jutted out in defiance. "I don't care who you are," she retorted, her voice gaining strength. "I love Ben, and I won't be bullied by you or your… opulent surroundings." She swept a disdainful glance around the room, the stark contrast between her simple attire and the luxurious setting not lost on anyone.

The atmosphere in the room morphed from a ten
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