Did Isaac not travel abroad? How could he have returned so soon? Had something gone amiss with his plan?

“How did you manage to come back so quickly? Surely you didn't fly back? Are you so upset that your soul came back before your body?” Jaylen mumbled, still blinking his eyes in disbelief.

Isaac strode towards Jaylen, his imposing figure making Jaylen step back and stammer, “Well, you see, Camila had a bit too much to drink. I'm sleeping on the..."

Before he could finish, Isaac swung a punch at him.

The last time they had met, Jaylen had made a point of hugging Camila. And today was it another deliberate move on his part to make her drunk? Jaylen was clearly determined to come between them.

Jaylen was struck by the punch and staggered back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He raised a hand to wipe it away, leaving a smear of red on his skin. "Isaac," he said, his voice shaking, “is it really necessary to be so violent?"

Isaac glanced at him before heading towards the bed where Camila lay. It was obvious she was out cold because she had not even stirred despite all the commotion.

As he got closer, the smell of alcohol emanating from her was suffocating.

Isaac scowled.

“How much has she drunk?" he demanded.

“They almost got through two bottles and..."

Isaac interrupted Jaylen before he could finish. "Did you tell her to drink?"

"Um! It's so noisy!" Camila suddenly mumbled

Her eyes flickered opened momentarily to see a familiar figure.

It looked just like... Isaac?

She soon dismissed the idea as impossible though. It couldn't be

How could he just appear out of nowhere?

It must be her mistaking Jaylen for Isaac again. She sighed and closed her eyes, resigning herself to the mistake. "I'm cursed," she muttered.

Everyone seemed to resemble Isaac. Was this what obsession meant? Or was it just an illusion caused by missing him too much?

"Camila," a deep voice called out and she froze.

That voice...

Suddenly, Camila's eyes snapped open

Camila perceived the man standing before her with clarity.

The anger in his expression mirrored Isaac's perfectly.