Camille's POV

"Are you sure it isn't Carla?" This whisper into my ears erupted the kind of fear in me I've never felt before. I hurried off the bed, snatched a large gown which hung on the wall and put on one of the clothes I'd forgotten to return back to the wardrobe. Lucian ran inside to the next room, not knowing what it served for, it was my makeup room, so I rushed back after him and shut the shut.

But what if it's Carla? How would he be able to escape?

I tried to figure this out myself, maybe after dark. He could go in the dark, I'll...