Camilla's POV...
I was in the car, the plush leather seat cool against my skin. Olivia sat beside me, her posture rigid, her eyes fixed straight ahead. The city blurred past the tinted windows, a smear of grey and gold under the fading afternoon light.
I had imagined one guard, maybe two. A manageable obstacle. Something we could slip past.
They were ten.
Four in the black car ahead of us. Four in the matching vehicle behind. Two more in the front seats of our own car, their broad shoulders blocking the windshield, their silence more threatening than any words.
My body began to tremble, a fine, uncontrollable vibration that started deep in my bones. I leaned closer to Olivia, my voice a whisper meant only for her.
"Are you sure we can do this? Are you sure the plan will work?"
"Trust me, miss," she murmured, her lips barely moving. "Everything is under control."
"Are you sure?" The question slipped out again, tinged with a desperation I couldn't hide.
