Camilla’s breath hitched the moment the name slipped from his lips.

“Camilla…”

Her heart slammed inside her chest.

Had he found out?

Had he pieced it together?

Had she been exposed?

Her palms went cold.

“What…” she whispered, barely able to breathe. “What did you just say? What did you just call me?”

Donatello blinked slowly, his unfocused gaze shifting as if the room tilted beneath him.

Then he frowned.

“…Katherine,” he corrected, voice rough.

Camilla exhaled ...