Lawrence’s POV

I turned to see Camilla's wide eyes and tense body as the door slammed shut behind me with a loud thud. Her knuckles were white from the pressure of holding that damn note. The same fear that had been bothering me all this time was visible in her eyes.

They had gone too far. I couldn't allow them to push us into a corner any longer, regardless of who they were or what game they were playing. Never again.

"Camilla," I replied in a quiet, controlled voice, but the tempest that ...