Camilla's POV
Fortunately, I knew how to make men bend to me. Even when I was trapped in that cold basement, I still had my most powerful weapon which was my tears.
So when Damon came to me again on another night, I didn’t greet him with my usual sly smile. Instead, tears welled up in my eyes and I let them fall. I wasn’t faking the pain—Victor had left me shattered, but I was using it.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trembling, making sure Damon saw how broken I was.
He stopped in the doorway, his gaze narrowing. “What now, Camilla?”
I sniffed and looked down at the floor. “I can’t stay here anymore,” I whispered. “I’m tired of being hidden like a dirty secret.”
He didn’t move. “You think you deserve more?”
I raised my chin, just enough to meet his eyes. “I know I do.”
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