The pieces were laid out too clearly. Every detail fit too well to be random, and it left the room feeling tight and airless.
Even Malcom who had protected Camilla for years couldn't hide his doubt anymore. When he demanded an explanation, his voice carried both grief and anger.
Lewis and I traded a quick glance. We both knew the truth wouldn't come easily. If it were that simple, Silas wouldn't have gone to such terrifying lengths to keep it buried. And if Camilla felt trapped, she might do the same cling to silence no matter the cost.
"Dad…" Camilla began, her voice shaking in a practiced way. She looked fragile, but every word felt measured. "Silas helped me once. He saved my life. He hides his face because of his scars. And about him being the Hale heir… I only realized that recently too."
Julian's expression turned dark. In one sharp movement, he grabbed her by the collar, his anger finally spilling over.
