Epifanio wants out, but Camila doesn't agree. He tries using force, but her mind is set on being free. They love each other as much as they hate each other. Her downfall is her stubborn pride. Will love help them come to terms, or will it be a full...
Camila sat in the car staring out of the window all the way to the house. Apparently she had good reason to hate Iago. They'd been fighting for a while now, and she had a lover? This was weird. She screwed a guy she met only a day ago.
"A siren," Camila said.
"What?" Magdalena asked. "A siren? I don't hear one."
"No, him."
"Oh, ha! You're still going nuts about how you two fucked after only a day? It's not unnatural if you ask me. Your mind still knows it's you, just you as a whole doesn't. It shouldn't be weird at all. The you that remembers is still in there trying to get out."
"I know that, but still. He has to be a siren. There's just no way."
"You two have been together for years now. Dating, making out whenever you could. I helped sneak you out from time to time."
"It still feels wrong."
"Camila, it's natural. You feel like it's wrong because you don't remember that it's actually right. The you that remembers took control."
"Who's Camila?"
Crap. She said her name. She said her real fucking name. So much for laying it on her easy.
"Uh... Force of habit. Camila was a client of mine. Y-yeah, from a few weeks back."
"Okay? Then why are you suddenly so uncomfortable talking about her?"
"So uh, have those weird dreams still been happening?" Magdalena said changing the subject.
"Yes, and they're getting weirder. I have to ask Iago something."
"Well, you can ask him now. He's home early..."
Camila and Magdalena both froze when they saw him. Magdalena pulled in to the driveway and turned off the car. Iago helped Camila out of the car, not pleased.
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He didn't say anything as they went inside. He had gone straight into the living room. The two women stayed behind for a moment, giving each other looks that said 'we are in for it' before he called Camila into the room.
He didn't say anything but handed her a glass of tequila. She was thinking of something to say, but at the same time, she didn't want to say anything before he did. Then it would sound like she had something to hide.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"Maggie took me out to see her friends," she answered quietly. "They had some pictures they wanted to show me of us when we were young."
"What pictures? Did they give you any?" he asked, anger rising.
