Camilla’s POV
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The person behind the humiliation, the shame, the raw vulnerability I’d been drowning in since those photos surfaced—was right under my nose.
What did I ever do to deserve something this cruel? My heart twisted so sharply it felt like it might tear. My vision blurred until I couldn’t even see the picture anymore, but I didn’t let the tears fall.
How’s this possible?
“Baby, give me that,” Malakai’s voice broke through the sharp ringing in my head. He gently took the phone from me, then pulled me against him, one arm wrapped tight around my waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck.
“Please... the antidote,” the prisoner stammered, his voice weak and uneven.
“How much were you paid?” Malakai asked, his tone low and cold, cutting
