The night felt too long.

Camilia hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Donatello’s face looming over her in the graveyard, his fingers tightening around her throat… and then the second shock — the pictures.

Pictures of her,dozens of them hidden carefully under his bed.

She had turned that discovery over and over in her mind until dawn painted the sky in pale shades of gold. Sleep refused to come instead fear and confusion and anger tangled inside her chest like ...