Camila's POV

Something felt wrong the moment I slipped into that white dress. It was stunning but my skin prickled beneath it. I told myself it was nerves. That was easier to accept than the strange crawling sensation spreading along my arms.

Maybe it was the thought of seeing Ronan again after weeks of silence. The man I'd once feared, then defied, then escaped. Except no one ever really escaped Ronan Hayes. He didn't let go unless he was planning something worse.

Lucien's hand settled at ...