PYKE

 

 

“Camila, what are you doing here?” Seeing her looks broken makes me want to kill that bastard. I don’t know why I ignored Bash’s warning about Gray. Now, I’m blaming myself for what happened to her.

“Can I come in?” Her voice wheezes.

Her bloodshot and puffy eyes flash with sadness. She looks like she cried all day. She puts a misty pink scarf around her neck to hide her bruise, and a carnation pink gloss on her lips. She’s only wearing a simple red shirt and tight black jeans under her brown cashmere coat, but still, she manages to allure me.

“Does Wright know you’re coming?”

She lowers...