quet to welcome Dylan home. An event so opulent that the

h Dylan, Camila had

the household staff, carrying tr

the hour-Dylan, seated at the center like a sovereign on h

she had none. Juahset was lost to her; there was no r

of impulse. It demanded

gh, Dylan's power was the onl

adying her breathing, sup

ughts, Dylan's eyes s

up again, her gaze

urned away, and slipped into motion again, placing th

d on her retreating figure before h

and laughter, nobles toasting

o the hall, her hands busy but her thoughts ci

glimpse of something off. A shadow moving wrong,

eyes narrowing like th

ht flared in Camila's mind. Thi

e," Dylan's assistant

head slightly, expr

yl

crowd, knife flashing under the chandelie

s side, her pulse hammering. The blade caught t

look

wrenching it sideways just

banquet hall. Guests scattered, panic

rled, eyes burning with ha

ed herself to hold on, dragging Dy

this!" She breathed, though

me left, Camila made her choice. Gritting her tee

ed into flesh. The memory of the ship's horror

down her arm; her

ast thing she felt was her knees giving way, and then th

the sudden shield she had become. Then, yanking

, Dy

..

breath ragged, her ba

aring at the ceiling, pulse r

another impression on Dylan

contemplation, a low v

you o

as Dylan, sitting at her bedside, with

spite the searing pain in her shoulder.

yes, sharp and cold, pinned her i

e, a chill slid

ial temper these days, of how easily he coul

had to trea

ak again, but then his han

hock as Dylan's fingers tightened. His gri

at his wrist. Panic clawed up her c

lacial, merciless. His stare w

pair sank into Camila's heart