CAMILLE SILVANE POV

My eyes snapped open, my heart knocking against my ribcage as I glanced around the room I was in.

I couldn't move an inch, but every little twitch of my body brought pain.

That bastard. He'd whipped me to an inch of my life and with the amount of bruises on my skin, I was sure he didn't stop even when I passed out.

How the hell had he survived, and what had he been doing in all the five years he pretended to be dead?

Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

And I doubted ...