AUTHOR'S POV.
She had no idea where else she could take a heavily bleeding, dangerous man in the middle of the night, terrified that every hospital in the city would call the armed police.
She reached her shaking, blood-stained fingers into the dark pocket of her heavy coat, pulling out her cell phone and dialing Camilla’s private number.
"Come straight down to the dark garage right this second," Elena ordered her daughter in a harsh, frantic whisper the second the phone answered.
Two long, agonizing minutes later, the heavy door connecting the massive house to the quiet garage clicked open, and Camilla walked into the dark space.
Camilla was wearing light pink silk pajamas, looking deeply confused and annoyed that her mother had woken her up in the dark.
Elena did not say a word.
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