#Chapter8
I feel a little sobered and pipe down, reminded that yes, he is still the same man who stood in the shadows of that room that night and made me almost shit myself. Handsome and fuckable doesn’t erase cold-hearted killer with no soul. I need to remember the reputation that precedes this man—he didn’t get it from being a pussycat.
Wake up Camilla! This isn’t some toy you can manipulate for shits and giggles; this is someone who could fuck up your entire life.
