Camilla looked at Damon. She saw the panic and the fierce, protective anger shining clearly on his face.
Suddenly, the cold, tight grip of tension left Camilla's chest.
She slowly loosen her fingers. She dropped her hands loosely to her sides. She let the blade point toward the dirt floor.
She did not know when it happened, but a soft smile broke out across her face.
She thought to herself, her internal voice filled with a sudden joy.
"He's here," Camilla thought. Her heart gave a soft, happy flutter against her ribs. She felt happy to see him.
But a second later, her common sense kicked in. She realized what she was feeling. She realized she was actually smiling because a man had come to her rescue.
Camilla quickly shook her head from side to side. She forced her smile to disappear. She pulled her eyebrows together in a deep frown.
