Chapter 17: Behind Closed Doors
Maddox slammed the suite door shut behind him, the torn strip of Cambria’s wedding dress still clutched in his hand.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t breathe.
He paced like a caged animal his fists tight, his jaw locked, rage simmering just beneath the surface.
Cambria sat in the corner of the room, barefoot, the heels and dress gone. Just silk robe and silence. But her eyes were wide open, trained on the note now lying on the table.
"One sister escaped. Let’s see how long the other survives."
She’d read it three times. The paper still hummed with venom.
"We’re not safe here," Maddox said finally. "She’s escalating."
"No," Cambria replied. "She’s unraveling."
He turned to her. "That makes her more dangerous."
Cambria stood, slow and steady. "Then let’s be more dangerous."