Camilla’s POV

But even as I said the words, I felt the atmosphere shift. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and a chill crept through the room. Lawrence stiffened beside me, his posture turning rigid.

I followed his eyes, and my stomach fell. A figure stepped into the light, their actions slow and deliberate. His presence was overpowering, his aura suffocating. It was a man I recognized instantly one who had haunted Lawrence’s past and threatened our future.

Jaxon.

He ...