Camilla’s POV

With an eerie hiss, the elevator doors opened, and a man wearing a dark hooded sweatshirt emerged.

I felt a new rush of fear course through my veins as he approached me slowly and deliberately. My heart thumping in my chest, I tightened my grip on Mira as his eyes met mine with eerie accuracy.

"Camilla Wilmer," he remarked in a chilly, disinterested tone. "Time to leave."

I took a reflexive step back, my legs feeling like lead, my breathing shallow. I answered, attempting to ...