KAMILA’S POV

The second I settle on my resolve is the second she pops my shoulder back into place, taking me off guard and drawing a louder groan from my lips.

"There, all better," she announces with glee, and now I’m furious.

I glare at her; I hate her now.

I make sure she knows how much I hate her, how disgusted I am by her, with my eyes, glaring at her as if she’s nothing but filth, not even worthy of touching me.

Yet her smile never fades.

Instead, she pats my head softly, ...