Page 284 of Chandelier Sin
“The submissives gathered in the dungeons,” I explained. “We found them and helped them escape. They’re getting the help they need.”
His eyes widened. “They’re out of Pendulum?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Every last one of them,” added Cameron.
Greyson clutched his head as though trying to comprehend the truth. A flicker of a smile appeared on his face, as he realized the ordeal was over for them.
Then his expression fell. “I almost ruined it.”
“No, you didn’t,” I said. “You teed up the rescue. Because of you, they’re free.”
It was kind of true, and Greyson seemed comforted, at least.
Cameron rested his palm on my shoulder. “As a great man once said, namely, Atticus Sinclair, ‘Cunts are gonna cunt.’”
Greyson curled his lip in disgust at Cole’s language. It was out of character for this sophisticated doctor.
“There he is,” said Cole. “The elitist gentleman we all love.”
“I’m not elitist,” snapped Greyson, back with us.
I refrained from saying, “You kind of are an elitist, buddy.”
Within half an hour, Cameron had settled Greyson in one of his guest bedrooms after sedating him. He was offering him the chance to recuperate in a healing environment.
This was more than a sanctuary; it was a refuge for broken souls.
Cameron had opened up his home to a friend again. The man didn’t need to do this, but he was always willing. It was why he was so beloved—he never wavered in doing what others wouldn’t or couldn’t do. He had the resources, yes, but he also had the compassion.
Together, we walked to his foyer.
“Thank you.” The words weren’t sufficient to express my gratitude.
“Greyson’s my friend, too,” he said. “I’m glad you brought him here.”
“Who else would know how to deal with this?”
“I guess that’s true.”
We stood beneath the foyer’s vast chandelier. I smirked at the phallic design—from any angle it resembled a cock.
I pointed at it. “Seriously?’
“My interior designer went over the top.” He arched his brows playfully.
We paused before the front door. “Do you know where Eve went?” I asked.
Cameron opened his mouth to answer, but then the doorbell rang.
I rushed to open it, ready to greet Eve.
Instead, a pretty young woman peered back at me, her long dark hair spilling over slim shoulders. She frowned past me at Cameron.
I stepped out of the way to be polite.
“Willa?” he said. “What are you doing here?”
