A Deliberately reducing his pace, he watched her from his peripheral, waiting for the black portion on her skin to swing into effect..
He saw the way her body Stiffened as she bent over to pick up the phone.
He'd moved. fast before anyone suspected anything. He held her, stifling a smile as people walked by.
The man in the black jacket dragged Camille's limp body into the backseat, her head lolling weakly against the cold leather.
"Pretty thing," he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. "I'd be glad to see you awaken into your true self."
He chuckled under his breath.
A voice crackled through his earpiece, cold, razor-edged, and amused.
"You have her, don't you?"
Sal glanced at Camille, a sultry smile curving across his lips. "I do. And she's everything perfect.
