CAMILLE'S POV

"No..." Eva shuddered when the weight of her sentence finally settled in. "No..."

She ran towards my feet and knelt, her eyes wide with desperation. "I know what you want, Camille," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "You want me to beg for all the horrible things I've done. And I understand now, I do. I'm sorry for being so cruel. But two wrongs don't make it right. This is inhumane! A collar is a for a dog."

"A troubled dog." I corrected as I knelt down to meet her gaze.

"I'm only ...