Chapter 35

**ALEXANDER'S POINT OF VIEW**

The soft hum of my car's engine fills the silence as I watch the gallery entrance. Rain taps against the windows, turning the city lights into blurred stars. My thoughts keep returning to her, to the moment she collided with me outside that powder room, to the brief flash of raw emotion in her eyes before her careful mask slipped back into place.

Camille. Even her name feels different on my tongue now.

My security team thinks I'm obsessed. Maybe ...