The Common Enemy

GENEVIEVE'S POV

Why would Camilla want me to meet her at an old parking lot?

My gaze dropped to the rough floor, the grease sticking to every corner as I walked past the damaged cars.

I clutched my purse tightly against my abdomen, looking around and memorizing as much of the place as I could.

“You're finally here.”

I flinched, jerking my head up to see Camilla leaning against an old car. My eyes