Blinded By Love
it's only fair, even if I never thought I would need to use my name in such games.
"We have him... ironically or not, he seems to like the same places as you," Aiden says and I look at him unsure of what he means.
"Where is he?" I ask.
"Camelot."
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white from the pressure. Camelot was a high-end, exclusive private club, known for its opulence and its discretion. The kind of place only the highest of society members could get into, places I knew well, places I frequented often. Tennis courts, swimming pools, a spa that was world-renowned, and art displays that could make anyone feel like they’d stepped into a different world.