ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

The door flew off its hinges as I kicked it open. I stepped into the room, my gun up, and finger tight on the trigger.

Camille stood in the center of the room like she'd been waiting for me to come, and once she saw that I was armed, she raised the pistol in her hand to my face.

"Do you not know how to knock. Barging into my house like this is rather rude, don't you think?"

"Where is she?" My voice came out low and controlled—when I was anything but.

She tilted her ...