‘Teach me a lesson?’ His words echoed in Camille’s head, and her irritation flared. ‘Who the hell does he think he is?’

But despite her anger, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

There was something different about his words this time.

Was he planning something?

When she didn’t answer, Christian’s tone became dangerous. “I think I need to keep you locked as tight as possible in this little birdcage that you’re trapped in,” he said in a low voice. “Perhaps I have left the gate a little loose for a while.”

His words made no sense. “Stop calling me a caged bird, you psycho,” she snapped. “You may...