CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
~ Camilla ~
The ballroom air had become very thick.
Not with heat, exactly, but tension. Expensive perfume and polished egos and the smug presence of him.
I needed out. Now.
I slipped away from the chaos, and pushed open the side door to the terrace. Cold night air kissed my skin, wrapping around my bare shoulders. I dragged in a breath. My lungs finally unclenched.
I gripped the railing of the terrace and leaned over it like I was about to scream into the night. My heart was still hammering in my chest, wild and stupid. My thighs still clenched with that annoying ache that only he ever managed to summon. God. I hated myself for reacting like this. I hated him more.
Stupid.
So f*****g stupid.
But of course… peace was too much to ask.
The door creaked again, and
