"You shouldn't have come here."
Reina doesn't look at her when she says it.
Camellia steps closer anyway.
"I don't scare easily."
A slow smile curves Reina's mouth. Not warm. Not kind.
"That's not what I meant."
Across the room, Roman watches them like a man observing a controlled burn.
The ledger sits on the table between them.
One page missing.
One name that still hurts to say.
Camellia reaches for Reina's hand.
Reina lets her.
For a few seconds.
Then—
Gunshots echo somewhere outside.
Reina's grip tightens.
"Now," she whispers, eyes dark and distant, "you should be scared."