Camila's POV

I only turned slightly.

I knew that voice even without looking up to see its face. Damon straightened but didn't step aside. His eyes moved from me to the man behind Lucien, taking in the gun and the tension spreading through the driveway.

"And you are?"

"Her fiancé." Those two words came out rough, scraped raw. "Now step away from her."

"I'm not your fiancée." The words left my mouth before I could think. I still hadn't looked at him. I knew I would break if I did.

Damon's ...