Camilla’s POV

The chill of the room seeped into my skin, increasing the ache in my bound wrists. My breath came in short, choppy gasps as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The walls were cracked, the flickering light above making eerie shadows. It reeked of mildew and hopelessness an apt representation of Raymond’s twisted plans.

Raymond stood in front of me, his face a mask of cruel pleasure. He hadn’t spoken since bringing me here, but his quiet was far more unsettling than ...