~Erza POV~
I slammed the door open so hard it bounced off the wall, the knob cracking the plaster. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows over the rumpled bed and scattered clothes.
Camila jumped up from where she was lounging in her silk robe, her eyes wide with shock. I didn't give her a second to react—I lunged forward, grabbing her by the arms, my fingers digging into her soft skin just enough to hold her in place.
"Tell me where Kate is!" I growled, my face inches from hers. "The Del Pieros won't tell me shit, and I'm done playing games."
She blinked, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away. "Wait... the Del Pieros know Kate?"
"That's not the fucking answer!" I snapped, shaking her lightly for emphasis.
"I don't know!" She yelled.
"You don't know? And you expect me to believe a liar like you Camila? You have all information about Kate so you should know!"
