CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

~ Camilla ~

The ballroom air had become very thick.

Not with heat, exactly, but tension. Expensive perfume and polished egos and the smug presence of him.

I needed out. Now.

I slipped away from the chaos, and pushed open the side door to the terrace. Cold night air kissed my skin, wrapping around my bare shoulders. I dragged in a breath. My lungs finally unclenched.

I gripped the railing of the terrace and leaned over it like I was about to scream into the night. My heart was still hammering in my chest, wild and stupid. My thighs still clenched with that annoying ache that only he...