Camilla’s POV

Except for Lawrence's ragged breathing, the area was unnaturally quiet. As I watched him strain to keep upright, my chest constricted. His face was pallid, but his eyes were burning with unwavering will, and blood was dripping between his fingers. Even now, surrounded and wounded, he was a formidable presence.

"Stop, Lawrence!" He didn't even look in my direction as I screamed. His eyes were fixed on Clement, whose smug smile appeared to get bigger by the second.

With his ...