Chapter 166

The basement air hung heavy and cold around Camille as she fought to keep her breathing steady. Her wrists burned against the rope that bound her to the metal chair. Four hours had passed since Rose had taken her from their former location to this place, four hours of her sister’s twisted games.

Rose circled her now, bare feet silent on the concrete floor. The room was lit only by the harsh blue glow of laptop screens showing footage of the Grand Plaza Hotel bombing on endless loop.

“Watch it again,” Rose whispered, her face inches from Camille’s ear. “Watch what I did to your precious foundation. To your guests. To everything you built.”

On the largest screen, flames erupted through the hotel’s glass facade. People screamed, stumbling through smoke. Emergency lights flashed across terrified faces. Camille closed her eyes.

“No!” Rose grabbed Camille’s jaw, forcing her head toward the screen. “You don’t get to look away. Not until you understand what it feels