HARPER
My heart pounded so hard it hurt, and the first tear slid down my cheek, slipping past my lips.
"Help!" I cried, scrambling to my feet to grab my phone from the table. But my knees buckled, and I hit the floor again with a choked gasp.
"Somebody, help me!" My voice cracked, echoing through the apartment. I looked around wildly to search for anything to help me, just something. That was when I saw it.
A dark, shiny puddle near Dominic's head. I blinked. Engine oil? Sure. It didn't look like blood. But how the hell did that get in here, inside the house, on the rug?
"Camilla," I whispered, my breath hitching. Did she do this? Did she actually come in here? Maybe she got a key from Owen and slipped in just to pull some twisted stunt?
But this was too much. I was hurt. Dominic was hurt…dead maybe. I'd take her saying some demeaning things about me for the journalists to feast on than this.
