A lie

Camille's POV

Crap. 

I tapped my bag nervously. "It's nothing," 

Gavriel's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer. I could feel his warm breath fan my face as he demanded.   

"I asked a question!" 

Shit. I thought I had hidden the mask quickly. I couldn't risk Gavriel finding out that I was the stripper. He would definitely stay away from me.  

Or worse, he could tell my father.  

"It's none of your business!" I yelled. "It's just a silly game I play with Megan. Now, if you're done being such a brute, let me go!" 

"Watch your tongue," He hissed, looking confused. "Who is Megan?" 

"A friend," I scoffed, adjusting my bag. I tightened my grip on it. I couldn't risk him trying to snatch it off. I doubted he had noticed the mask designs