Camilla pov...
The silence that came after was a living thing, pressing against my chest. It was beating too fast.
I wanted to hug him. To kiss him. To… but his face. His anger.
Henry stepped back. His hands went to his sides. He said nothing—like I expected a word or something.
Okay, if he won't, I will. Say something, Camilla. Anything.
But I couldn't.
Lucian's gaze dropped to the snowmen. Then back to me.
"Inside," he said. His voice was flat, like it held no emotion.
He turned and walked into the house.
I expected a thud or a slam, but it was just a soft click. And that alone was worse.
Go. Now, Camilla. Go!
I pulled Henry's jacket off my shoulders and handed it back to him. My fingers were numb.
"Camilla, he's just misunderstanding us. I know Lucian. He'll be fine."
No. If you were in my body, you'd know that staying with you for another second will cause destruction. Just go!
"Just leave, Henry. Please."
