CAMILLA's POV.

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I Slammed the door making a light thud, clutching the straps of my bag tightly to my back.

I walked up through the stairs, today was just as bad as the former.

He had paid my fees, why does he have to?

I turned the knob of my door to the side and walked into the room as I dropped my bag on the bed.

A sigh escaped my lips as I walked over to the mirror, I drew my top to the side and stared at the hickey Lucas caused on my skin.

I brought my fingers up slowly tracing the mark which was...