Damien stared at Hayden's body on the floor. He could see Hayden's chest rise and fall, faint but steady, giving away that he was still alive. Just barely clinging to life.
"What did you do to him?" Damien demanded, needing to know Camille wasn't trying to fool him.
He didn't fully trust her yet.
"The less you know, the better. Isn't that what you always say?" Camille asked, trying to shield Damien from the truth. "I promise you this isn't a lie. He isn't well. It was either him or me, and I chose to protect myself."
Damien's gaze shifted to the man standing guard before Camille. "Can you trust him?"
"I can," Camille nodded, certain this time. "I had to think about who I could trust most after you were right. Hayden found out about us meeting. This man came with me from the Hawthorne estate when I married Hayden."
Damien didn't recognise the face beside Camille. She always had too many guards. Too many to keep track of.
