Camilla’s POV

The distant sirens' menacing shriek cut through the heavy tension in the atmosphere. As Raymond pulled me toward the rear of the warehouse, his fingers dug into my arm, causing bruises. I let out short, ragged gasps of breath, but I didn't want to let him see how scared I was.

"Give me a break!" I jerked against his grip and spat.

Raymond growled in a low, poisonous voice, "Shut up." Would you rather that your hero discover your body instead? Continue to struggle, and I'll see ...