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Camila

Killing him isn’t something I relish, but it’s going to happen sooner or later.

That sentence chases me through the cabin. It follows me down the hall, past the ice-fogged windows, around the carefully crafted wooden benches built into the walls. It’s on my heels like a dog on the hunt all the way to the bedroom I’ve been sharing with Asher.

I stare around at the space for half a second before retreating.

No, I can’t be in there.

I can’t be anywhere that feels like him.

The cabin is large enough that ducking into a guest bedroom isn’t hard. I have my pick from the bunch. They’re all similar in design. All I care about is the white bed in the middle of the room.

Killing him isn’t something I relish, but it’s going to happen sooner or later.

How can he say that? My head is being pulled apart by pressure. I’m trying not to cry from frustration and disappointment. From the pocket of my sweater dress, I tug out my phone. I’m halfway to dialing when I remember the obvious. Plucking t