Chapter 82 Empty Threats

• Kendra's body slumped forward, her head dropping weakly as the ropes cut into her wrists. Blood dripped from her split lip, her breath shallow, but she refused to give Camille the satisfaction of seeing her break.
• Across from her, Camille smirked, pacing leisurely with a gun in her hand, her heels clicking against the cold concrete floor.
• "I'm just waiting to hear that Sarah is dead," Camille mused, twirling the gun between her fingers. "Then, I’ll kill you, too."