Lawrence’s POV

The envelope, a little object in the middle of the warehouse's turmoil, was lying at my feet. However, the burden it bore was oppressive. Clement's arrogant demeanor permeated me, and every deliberate gesture he made was intended to provoke. With the stakes so high, I knew it was bait, a trap designed to throw me off balance, but I couldn't ignore it.

"What's in it?" The tremor in my heart was broken by Camilla's speech.

As I took up the envelope, my hand jerked. As I ripped ...