~Ezra POV~
I shoved the door open and stepped back into the dim room, my boots leaving muddy tracks on the floor. Camila still lay on the bed where I had left her, completely still. Her chest did not rise or fall. The sheets clung to her naked body, stained with our earlier sweat. I had run out in panic, but a gut feeling dragged me straight back here. Something felt off about the way she had gone cold so fast.
I dropped to my knees beside the mattress and gripped her shoulder, giving it a firm shake. "Camila, open your eyes. I need answers about Kate right now. Where is she hiding? What game are you two playing?" My voice came out rough, but I kept talking because silence scared me more than her stillness. Her skin stayed warm under my palm, almost fever hot, like life had not fully left her. I leaned closer, brushing hair from her face. "You always knew more than you let on. Tell me the truth before I lose my mind."
