For a moment, I could only hear the tick of the AC and Camila's breathing against my shirt. Catherine Moretti.

The name didn't stab the way it used to, but it still wasn't a wound I liked touched. I went quiet long enough that Camila pulled back to look at me properly.

"Before I came along," she said softly, "all that stuff about Catherine was everywhere. Ronan leaked it to the media. I never knew how much was true." Her fingers twisted in the hem of my shirt. "Did you really lock her in a ...