Chapter 92 Ninety Two

• Kamille's POV
• Sitting at the table in my study, the flickering light from my laptop screen cast shadows across the room. My heart rammed hard in my chest as I scrolled through the latest press releases about my reappearance.
• The media was relentless. I was in every tabloid. Every blog post had a picture of either myself or myself together with Zeke. I know this was the desired effect, but somehow I began to feel a little uneasy about it.