“Open your eyes, Camille,” he says, and I do, taking a deep, slow breath, realizing that I have been holding it. Why? I don’t know. Our gazes meet, and I worry that he’s about to scold me. Instead, that hint of a smile reappears on his lips, and he shakes his head. “You never listen.” “Yes, I do,” I argue. “Fine,” he says, tugging gently on the binds around my wrists. “Prove it. Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.”
