Chapter 65 Alain
- I’m such a fool.
- I’ve arranged my own torture: watching Camillia in the arms of another man. She dances the steps perfectly, her movements lithe and primal, a secret extra swivel to her hips and smile curling her lips.
- She’s the perfect black swan. Half the men in this room are panting just watching her, and I tuck my fists behind my back to hide the whitened knuckles.