Chapter 32

**CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW**

The ballroom blurred around me. I couldn't breathe for a second. Not because he knew my name, but because he saw me, something I thought I'd buried.

Alexander Pierce still held my hand, his gray eyes watching my reaction with clinical interest. As if he were conducting an experiment and I was the specimen under examination.

"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else," I finally managed, withdrawing my hand from his grasp. My voice stayed ...