Camila's POV

Iris's little voice cut off mid‑ramble. Seraphina's fork slipped from her fingers and hit the plate with a sharp clink. Damon went very still, while Silas glared at Natasha.

I felt the hit, but I didn't give her the flinch she clearly wanted.

Through all the reactions, Lucien continued cutting his steak with unhurried precision. Now he set his knife and fork down and looked directly at Natasha.

"When you come for Camila," he said, voice soft enough that everyone leaned in to ...