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“Camille!”
She knew the voice all too well. She froze where she stood, breath caught in her throat, along with her heart. And she stared at the face of the man—the face beneath the mask.
For long moments it was as if time—the forest, the wind itself—became still. Which, then, was the mask? The bizarre leather, which was crafted in the form of a beast? Or this, the face of humanity, far more shocking than she had ever imagined, with its ruggedly hewn, arresting features, so classic in form they might have belonged to a distant god.
“Camille, please, for the love of God. Come with me. Come with me now.”
Even as he spoke, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She spun quickly, staring as the other man burst through trees and brush.
“Touch her and you’re a dead man,” growled the man she had known as “the beast.”
“He’s going to kill you, Camille. You know he’s a murderer. For the love of God, Camille, the man is a monster!” the other softly intoned.
She looked from one man to the other, unable to hide the torment that stormed within her. Yes, one of them was a murderer. And the other was her salvation. But which one was which?
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Wicked
Shannon Drake
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CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
Unmasked
THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO but run. And pray, because that was her only salvation!
Surely the police would come. There had been a death! Yes, dear God. Surely, the police would come.
No, she was grasping at straws. The death had not happened here, so they would not come to the castle. But if Camille let that fact rule her mind too sharply, she would panic. And she needed her wits about her now, because she was running. And because she didn’t even know the face of the evil that followed her.
She was far from the great castle of Carlyle itself, and she could hear her own labored breathing. It was like a fierce wind, driving her along. At last she had to stop. Yet when she did, she knew that it was not just her own desperate lungs creating the sound she had heard. The wind had risen. It was playing through the trees, the great canopy overhead. She was glad, hopeful that the anger of the elements would continue to force away the fog that always seemed to linger in these woods, so close to the barren shrub of the moors.
There was a full moon tonight, as well. If the fog dissipated, she could see more clearly. But so could those pursuing her.
Indeed, it meant that she could be seen, as well.
She gasped in deep breaths, and when she thought she could move again, she spun slowly in a circle, trying to get her bearings. The fragile lace tie on the bustle of her skirt caught upon a twig, and she wrenched it free, heedless