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

of pure white silk that outlined every lean curve. The back was cut daringly low, plunging almost

very scar was visible. An old bullet wound. It was a detail that transf

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

h a confidence he'd never seen before. She hel

" Her tone was light, teasi

t her skin touched his, a jolt of heat, u

er, a perfect picture of wealth and power

r perfume, a cool, clean scent like night-bloomin

t stand th

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

the window at the glittering city li

all the confir

ted to grab her, to shake her, to demand answers.

drive. Ahead, a mansion blazed with light, a

ived at the