Connor scoffs, his smug grin faltering. "What's your problem, Camilla?"

"Isn't it clear?" Her eyebrow arches perfectly. "You. You're my problem." She dismisses him with a flick of her wrist.

Evan snickers, nudging Connor. "The chicks in this town are fucking insane."

Camilla's head snaps to him. "I'm sorry, but you are?" Her expression is perfectly deadpan.

"I'm—"

"Oh, that's cute. You thought I actually wanted to know." She waves him off like an annoying fly, turning back to Connor. “Did Daddy dearest not teach you how to follow orders, or do you just have a problem with your hearing because your head is shoved so far up your ass?"

Connor's smirk deepens. "I don't take orders from women like you."

"Oh, Connor. You've had your entire life to be a pretentious dick. Don't you ever get tired? Maybe take a day off once in a while, yeah?"

"No rest for the wicked, sweetheart.” He winks, making my stomach revolt.

Camilla's eyes narrow to slits. "Well, if ignorance is bliss, then you must be the happiest person on the planet."

Connor's confidence cracks, but Evan steps forward, sneering. "You remind me of a little chihuahua. All bark and no bite. Maybe someone ought to put a leash on you, teach you some obedience."

Camilla's death-glare could freeze hell. "Oh, Abercrombie," she purrs, voice arctic, "you really don't want to see me bite."

Evan leans in, biting his lip in what he clearly thinks is seductive. "Actually, I think I'd quite enjoy that."

Her expression morphs from deadly to disgusted. She surveys him like something stuck to her shoe before getting dangerously close to his face, so they're nose to nose.

"I'd rather shit in my hands and clap." Her voice drips venom as she appraises him again.

Connor's smile twists into something cruel, his lips curling at the edges.

"Bitch should really be your middle name."

"It is, right after Clara and in-between Annabelle." She mocks, voice dropping to absolute zero. “While it's been so highly entertaining watching you two fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence, why don't you take your privileged, white-boy asses and kindly fuck off. Or do I need to throw a stick?"

Evan bristles, clearly trying to regain control. "Jesus, you really are a fucking chihuahua—never knowing when to quit."

"Coming from the two idiots who, at this point, are grade A stalkers." Her smile could freeze fire. "Tell me, were you born this stupid, or did you take classes?" Her voice is light, almost playful, as if she's just warming up. "I mean, everyone's entitled to act stupid once in a while, but you two? You really abuse the privilege."

Connor tries to step in again, but Camilla's already steamrolling past him.