astic jabs about her "boyfriend" and sullen silences. Camille parried h

ormed into a whirlwind of activity. A team of stylists

owns for Camille to choose from. They were all beautiful,

ack tuxedo, leaned against the doorframe, watchin

th elegant and striking. A smoky eye made Camille's amber irise

er eyes passed over the blacks, the n

at

mple, stark

hite, dear? Isn't that a bit

rve of her lips. "Sometimes, the sim

nd disappeared into

the low chatter

close enough to emphasize its precise construction without appearing revealing. An elegant asymmetrical p

ry scar was visible. An old bullet wound. It was a detail that transfor

th caught in

his? Truly seen her? For years, his memory of Camille was of a woman i

nger. A magnificent, terrifying stranger. A

and he seemed unable

approval. She fastened a delicate di

le's arm a squeeze. "Show them all w

the full-length mirror. A warrio

nding stride he had never seen before. She he

" Her tone was light, teasi

f contact unsettled him with a strange a

er, a perfect picture of wealth and power

, a cool, clean scent like night-blooming jasmine, filled

t stand th

't you?" he bit out, the words sour

the window at the glittering city li

all the confir

nted to stop the car and demand answers, but

drive. Ahead, a mansion blazed with light, a

ived at the