Camille’s POV

The stench of the dungeon clung to me like rot. My body was weak from days of sitting in the damp cell, my dress torn, my hair tangled, and my skin covered in grime. I hated the way the guards looked at me when they tossed scraps of food through the bars. I hated that Amelia had been walking around free while I was left to rot in this hole, abandoned like I didn’t matter anymore. Every hour in the dark made me hate her even more.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the ...