"Fuck, Sarah! You're really good at this!"
The raw, heated shout was the last thing Georgia and Ella heard before Georgia wrenched open the door to Nick's cabin.
Inside, chaos reigned.
"Are you fucking insane? Stop throwing my things at me! You've completely lost your mind!" Nick barked, his voice sharp with fury as he dodged the objects flying in his direction.
"I will kill you, Nick! You'll be dead before you step off this ship!" Sarah shrieked, her face twisted in rage, oblivious to the fact that they had an audience.
"My God, you really are a spoiled brat! This is my ship—my family's business! I'll leave whenever the hell I want! Now stop breaking my things!" Nick's tone was a mix of command and disbelief.
Georgia and Ella stood frozen on the threshold, eyes wide, jaws slack. The room looked as though a storm had torn through it—clothes, books, and broken glass scattered across the floor, every surface a casualty of Sarah's tantrum.
