Chapter 20
Camille's point of view
The voice behind me sent the frame tumbling from my hands. It hit the carpet with a muffled thud as I spun around.
Victoria stood in the doorway, her expression a storm of fury and pain. Her usually perfect appearance was disheveled, clothes wrinkled from travel, hair slightly mussed, as if she'd rushed home unexpectedly.
"I....I thought you were in Tokyo," I stammered, heart hammering against my ribs.
"Flight canceled due to mechanical issues." Her eyes swept the room, cataloging any disturbance I might have caused. "You didn't answer my question."
I could have lied. Could have claimed I got lost, accidentally found the key, had innocent reasons for snooping. But something in Victoria's face, the raw wound exposed beneath her anger, demanded hones
