Camila
I should have kept the knife.
That’s all I can think about as I rip the green dress from my body, throwing it onto the floor of the bedroom like it’s a useless rag. It joins the discarded heels, the only shoes I have since they’re the ones I arrived in. Layla was prescient enough to bring me a few pairs of underwear along with the dress. But now, thinking about that kindness makes me angrier.
She knew I’d need clean clothes because she’s in on the plan to keep me here. It’s easy to be mad at her. She’s what set Asher off when I was trying to probe him for information. He picked up on how I was subtly leading him into talking about himself. He’s not an easy man to trick.
Remembering how I attacked Asher doesn’t bring me joy. In hindsight, it was a stupid move. Because he’s right.
