Caesar's POV

The envelope slid underneath the door. It had only been a few hours since Julia had left my apartment.

When I opened the brown envelope and saw the picture of Camille, held captive in some makeshift prison, a red mark on her face, I felt a fury I had never thought myself capable of experiencing.

Julia had left my home and chosen the worst possible way to convince me. I was certain the idea of kidnapping Camille could only have come from Julia.

My mind raced. How had Camille