CAMILLA’S POV
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Stuck with a whirlwind of emotions, I blandly stare at Jared as he rakes his fingers through his hair, making an even bigger mess of it than it was before. I could see how tense he is as his muscles flex. “How…How did you end up with this kind of life?” I fist my hands to stop them from shaking like I’m cold, because I’m not. I’m mad. I am mad at this world for shaping Jared into this kind of man. “Camilla, it was my choice. I did this, and I would do it again, and again if I got the chance.”
He doesn’t make any sense. Who would want to live like this? Who would choose this life style and be happy and content? “Aren’t you afraid?” I ask baffled, not knowing what else to say or think. “Of what?” his eyes narrow on me, and I suddenly feel like he might kill me. I step bac
