Chapter 327
Chapter 327:
“No plan survives contact with reality,” Alexander countered. “And the reality is that the entire country is looking for her. Every law enforcement agency. Every airport. Every border crossing.”
“That won’t stop her,” Camille insisted. “Not when she’s this close to what she wants.”
“And what does she want?” Alexander asked.
Camille turned to him, her eyes haunted. “To see me suffer. To take away everyone I love and watch me break.”
“Then we don’t let her,” Alexander said simply. “We protect each other. We stay together. We deny her the victory she wants.”
Victoria’s voice joined the conversation from her bed. “Alexander is right. Rose’s weakness has always been her obsession with you. It blinds her. Makes her take risks she shouldn’t.”
Camille wanted to believe them. Wanted to trust in security teams, FBI agents, and locked doors. But she had underestimated Rose before. They all had.
Her phone buzzed again. Another message.
Her heart seemed to stop as she opened it, expecting more threats from Rose. Instead, it was from her father.
We’re at the safe house. Your mother is upset but safe. We love you, Camille. Stay strong.
A small relief in the midst of fear. Her parents were secure, at least for now. She showed the message to Alexander, who nodded in approval. “One less thing to worry about.”
But a hundred worries remained. A thousand ways Rose could strike at the people Camille loved.
The day crawled by with agonizing slowness. FBI agents arrived to take Camille’s statement about the threatening message. Security personnel established checkpoints at every entrance to the hospital floor. Doctors and nurses were escorted by guards whenever they entered Victoria’s room. Through it all, Camille felt a growing sense of unreality, as if she were watching events unfold from behind glass. This was her life now—armed guards, security checkpoints, fear at every turn. All because her sister would not stop hunting her.
Night fell. Victoria, exhausted from the day’s tension and her ongoing treatments, fell into a restless sleep. Alexander insisted on staying, setting up a makeshift bed on the small couch in the corner of the room.
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Camille sat in the chair beside Victoria’s bed, unable to sleep despite her own exhaustion. The threatening message played on repeat in her mind. You took everything from me twice. Now I’ll take everyone from you.
“You should rest,” Alexander said softly from the couch. “I’ll keep watch.”
Camille shook her head. “I can’t sleep. Not with her message in my head.”
Alexander rose and moved to her side, crouching beside her chair. “Rose wants you exhausted. Afraid. Unable to think clearly. Don’t give her that advantage.”
Camille looked at him, at the steady concern in his eyes, and felt a wave of love so powerful it nearly overwhelmed her. This man, who had chosen to stand beside her despite the danger, who refused to leave her even when a murderer was targeting everyone she cared about.
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