Camille's POV
Hearing that, Brad's lips curled into a smirk. He strolled over to me and slowly looked down, as if examining something highly amusing.
"Well, well. Look who it is." He smacked his forehead, feigning a sudden realization.
"Camille. What? Completely dumped by Lucian, so now you're here to beg him to take you back to the pack? But he doesn't even want to see you, so you're just sitting here planning to harass him?"
I had heard way too much of his venomous garbage. I rolled my eyes and turned my head away, ignoring him completely.
My lack of response only excited him more.
His aura spilled out carelessly, carrying a heavy oppressiveness, even though that tiny bit of aura was nothing to me.
"Camille, I warned you last time not to use those dirty tricks to cling to Lucian.
