50

Camille

At the sight of Richard, my throat goes dry and panic rattles my brain.

Although Gytha is standing next to him, I don't really see her.

All I see is him.

Him dressed in his usual attire which, minus the leather, isn't that much different to Alessio's style. Like Alessio, Richard wears dark clothes, but he looks like my Richard.

The same one I loved all my life and counted down the days to marrying.

That familiar air of authority and desire to protect me emanates from his presence, and he still looks at me with the same adoration.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Alessio's angry voice rips into my daze and I shudder from deep within. The playfulness we shared moments ago is gone and the ruthless devil is back once again.

He drops my hand like a steel weight and when he marches up to Richard, I instantly realize this is my fault. My one and only text weeks ago resulted in this visit. This is around about the time Richard said he would drop by. I just never had a date or hour,