CAMILLE'S POV

The private jet streaked across the sky, but it couldn't go fast enough for me.

Every minute dragged by like an eternity as I sat rigid in my seat, my hands clenched into fists.

Dimitri reached over to grip my arm, offering silent comfort, but I could barely feel it through the panic pounding in my veins.

Ophelia and Neal's grave expressions mirrored my own fear. We had to make it to Ravenford. I had to find my son before it was too late.

Dimitri would have loved to carry an ...