Camilla’s POV

The faint hum of people floated through the hospital’s thin walls, pulling me from the uncomfortable rest I’d finally managed to find. My body still felt heavy, my head beating from the pressure of the last few hours. But it wasn’t the headache that made me sit up—it was Lawrence’s voice.

He was close, probably just down the hallway. And he didn’t sound like himself.

I slipped out of the stiff hospital bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floors. The hospital gown I ...