Camilla’s POV

The night was broken by the gunshot, and for a moment everything came to a halt.

Clement staggered back, clutching his arm as a harsh gasp from his lips. Blood soaked through his fingertips, leaving a dark scarlet stain on his sleeve. Anger and pain twisted his face.

Breathless, I turned to see Lawrence's Beta advance with his rifle still pointing. His demeanor was unwavering, and his posture was solid.

"You're done, Clement," the Beta remarked in an emotionless voice. "It's ...