Chapter 116 Freedom In Blood

• After my confrontation with both of them, theydraged me toward a van. My head throbbed, and my vision was blurry, but I could still make out the figures around me. Someone yanked the gun from my grasp as I was shoved into an SUV. Vincent drove, and Camila sat beside me.
• The sight of her still wearing Clarissa’s dress pissed me off. It was like she was mocking me—mocking us.
• No one spoke. The air was thick with tension, but I could feel Vincent’s anger radiating off him. I knew exactly why.