KAMILA’S POV

Restlessness coils through me like a venomous snake, and I gnaw on my newly manicured nails.

Hours have passed since I met with Hawthrone, that insufferable wretch. The audacity she has, rejecting my generous offer as if she's above it all, above us. As if being different somehow makes her better. Superior.

She thinks she knows me, but she's oblivious to the sacrifices I've made, the things I’ve done, and the load of bullshit I’ve had to endure just to secure my current ...