Camilla’s POV

"Lawrence!" I screamed, my voice tearing through the air as I fell to my knees beside him. His body lay crushed on the ground, blood pooled beneath him. My shaking hands pressed against the wound in a frantic attempt to stop the blood.

“Camilla,” he rasped, his voice so faint it was barely a whisper. His eyes fluttered open, muddled with pain, but the flash of purpose in them nearly broke me.

“Don’t talk,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “Save your strength. ...