“I see,” Christian said simply, taking a final sip of his wine.

Not wanting to continue the topic any longer, Camille picked up her fork and pretended to concentrate on her meal despite the slight tension in the air.

After a few minutes, Christian leaned back and watched her with a slightly predatory gleam in his eyes.

“You know, Miss Parker, I’ve been very busy lately making sure everything goes according to plan.”

She looked up uneasily. What was he trying to get at now? “What do you mean?” she asked.

Suddenly, the atmosphere seemed to change. There was a sinister hint in the air, causing a slight chill to...