Camilla’s POV

The blade pressed harder against my skin, feeling cold and tough. It wasn't the sharp knife that shocked me; it was the anger in Clement's eyes. It felt like looking into the eyes of a scared wild animal that had nowhere to escape and had everything to fight for.

My heart raced, but I didn’t want to let fear take over. I had to hold it together. For Lawrence. For us.

Lawrence stood still, his body tense with barely controlled anger. He kept his eyes on mine, even though I ...