In the Bennett household, Camille sat alone in her chamber. She waited patiently, though her heart was restless, for her husband to return.
Camille touched the place where Damien's hand had gripped her earlier, the memory of his strength still imprinted upon her skin. The ordeal had left her shaken. More than anything, she longed for her husband to return to comfort her. It was all that would calm her.
She had sent a notice by a servant, urging her husband to return home with haste. The words she had written carried urgency and desperation, yet the hours had passed, and still he had not come. A new day had come, yet her husband remained absent.
Each tick of the clock seemed to mock her waiting.
At last, the door creaked open. Camille's frown deepened as Hayden Bennett stepped inside, his expression calm.
"I sent for you since yesterday," Camille said, her voice trembling with restrained anger.
