Camilla’s POV

The drive from the warehouse was a haze of fear and excitement. Mira's tiny arms were encircling my neck as I held her firmly in my lap. Despite not saying anything, her shaking said a lot. Her fear reflected mine, and I could feel it bearing down on my chest.

Lawrence grasped the steering wheel with bloodless knuckles and a stone face. Every second was a painful reminder of Clement's cryptic warning, and the atmosphere in the car was oppressive. My mind whirled in a raging ...