Camille's POV
The man with tousled black hair stood directly in front of me, his piercing large green eyes squinting slightly at the edges.
“I knew you were alive!”
“I knew it!” The man in the black suit crossed the balcony with calculated ease. The scar running across his upper eyelid into his brow made him appear even more terrifying, as if carved by some dark past.
“Yes, I am. Now that you've confirmed whatever you wanted to about my existence, can you please untie me and let me go?”
“You don't remember me, do you?”
I squinted subtly as I stared at him. “Was I supposed to?”
“I knew you wouldn't,” he replied with a grim smile.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation in check.
He chuckled softly.
“Did Alexa think she could keep you away from u
