Camilla’s POV

The odd calm that followed the turmoil heightened the tension in the room, making every sound more intense. As Raymond lay collapsed on the floor, his blood pooling beneath him, his cries of pain filled the air. Lawrence remained motionless, his gaze darting between me, Bella, and the quivering revolver in her hands.

"Bella," remarked Lawrence in a cool but firm voice. "Set down the firearm. Nobody other has to suffer harm.

As her eyes strayed to Raymond's rumpled body, she ...