CHAPTER TWELVE
Camille was willing to admit that she'd wanted to head out onto the busy French Quarter streets on a Saturday night to prove she could do it. While it was the French Quarter itself that she had a bad taste for, it was a pretty significant landmark for an area she had come to despise.
Still, the streets of the French Quarter seemed to push the woodlands she'd grown up in even further away. Here, her home in Upping could have been on the other side of the world. It was a nice thought but her heart knew better. Her heart knew just how close Upping was...and that in a very skewed and messed up sort of way, Camille still considered it home.
She did her best to put her childhood home, her father, and her wretched past out of her mind as she patrolled the streets. She had a kill
