Camilla’s POV

"Watch out, Lawrence!"

As Clement rushed with the knife, my scream ripped through the atmosphere.

Lawrence had little time to respond. The sword was headed for Clement's chest when he grabbed his wrist. Grunts of effort, snarls of hatred, and the sound of their bodies slamming reverberated throughout the woodland as they engaged in a furious conflict.

I was having trouble breathing.

The rough bark of a fallen branch cut into my palm as my fingers curled around it. Even ...