SEVENTY THREE

CAMILLE'S POV

"What the fuck?!" The guard mouthed, clocking his gun even closer to Amity's face. "Did you just admit to being an accomplice of murder?"

Amity's eyes were fixated on mine, not the man who had a gun in her face. "Call your man to order."

"He is not my man," I replied, a chuckle almo...

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