A long arm shot out, blocking Camilla’s collapsing body mid-fall.
“Camilla, I know you’re not drunk. Cut the act!”
Alpha Gideon’s patience had snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated in the air.
Camilla’s eyes flew open, clear as glass, but sharp with resentment.
“Do you have to be like this?”
“That’s my line,” he snapped.
“Either sit up straight or get out!”
The driver didn’t dare breathe.
I couldn’t help it—I stole another glance in the rearview mirror.
Camilla’s misty eyes widened, tears pooling but refusing to fall.
“Stop the car!” she shrieked suddenly.
The driver didn’t move a muscle—he answered to no one but Alpha Gideon.
I, though, tensed. If she tried to jump out… I quickly told the driver,
“Lock the doors.”
Sure enough, Camilla’s hand flew to the han
