Chapter 13

**CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW**

"Hold still, please."

Dr. Miranda Torres's gloved fingers touched my chin, turning my face toward the light. Her dark eyes studied every curve and angle like she was planning to carve marble.

We sat in her private clinic, hidden behind unmarked doors in a fancy Manhattan building. The room looked more like a spa than a doctor's office, soft lights, expensive art, no diplomas on the walls. She didn't need to prove herself. Her client list of ...