Camilia froze.

Her entire body went still as the voice thundered behind her — deep, cold, and sharp enough to slice through bone.

She turned slowly… painfully slowly… every movement heavy like the air around her had thickened. And when her eyes finally met Donatello’s, her breath stilled in her chest.

He stood at the doorway, shoulders squared, jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscles twitch. His ocean-blue eyes were colder than she had ever seen — not fiery, not out of ...