Camila's POV

Every time I shifted on the bench, the metal handcuff chain clinked against the bar. It constantly reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. The holding cell smelled like shit, and the fluorescent lights never turned off completely.

I didn't sleep.

How could I, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien's face as he walked away from me? The tears in his eyes. The way his shoulders had tensed when I smiled at him. The sound of the door closing behind him like a final goodbye.

He ...