Camila's POV
Nathaniel had made his choice.
And now, so had I.
I wouldn't give him the benefit of doubt anymore. If he wanted to pretend I didn't exist, then so be it. Two could play that game.
I would do what was required of me—perform my duties, maintain the pretense of being the future Luna of Blackwood—but nothing more. I wouldn't seek his attention, wouldn't try to understand him, wouldn't care if he came back late or never at all.
He saved me? He should have just let me die.
Maybe then, I would have found peace.
Maybe I would have been with my parents again.
Maybe I would have been in a better place.
Instead, I was here.
Bound to a man who despised me. Trapped in a world where I didn't belong.
But I wouldn't break.
I wouldn't let him or anyone else see how much I was hurting.
Days passed.
Nathaniel remained distant. Cold.
And so did I.
