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“Is Richard here?”
He rolled his eyes.
“You’re the director?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why would it matter?”
“You run Chrysalis?” I said. “This place?”
Cameron hesitated and his gaze reached into my soul, burning through with an intensity I’d never felt before.
I crumpled my cape around me.
“Well now you know,” he said.
I stepped back from him. “You organize all of this?”
“With Richard’s help.”
I broke his gaze. Richard had warned me what went on here was far more serious than what happened at Enthrall, but I’d not believed it, not really.
“This is my fault,” said Cameron. “I teased you about coming here for my own amusement. You aren’t ready.”
“I thought it would be all right.”
“This environment is highly-charged. You can’t wander around like you’re at fucking Disneyland. Especially dressed like that.” His hand shot toward my corset. “Richard will be furious.”
I bolted, unsteady on six inch heels, the cape billowing behind me, having no idea where I was going or how I’d get out of here without being taken down by a bouncer.
But it was Cameron who caught me. Reaching around my waist, lifting me and slamming me back against the wall. All air left my lungs as I was stunned into silence.
“Enough,” he said.
I stilled, grateful that oxygen had finally found its way back into my lungs. Panicked, I struggled again.
“Calm down,” he said, fixing me with a stormy stare.
Breathing way too fast, my legs almost gave way.
He held me there. “You’re not going anywhere unaccompanied. Am I clear?”
I tried to push him off.
He leaned against me, his grip tightening. “You make it worse when you fight me.”
I grasped his arms, feeling his muscles taut beneath his jacket. My fingernails embedded in his flesh.
“Give me a moment,” he said, his head down, his hands trembling with rage.
“I’m sorry.”
“Silence.”
Shaking in his arms, I tried to read his face and make out what he was thinking. Grasp what was happening.
