Camila's POV
Nathaniel's grip on my wrist was firm as he led me away from the garden, through the grand hallways of the Blackwood estate. Neither of us spoke. My heart was hammering against my ribs, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened.
He had defended me.
He had chosen me over Isabelle.
But why did it feel like this wasn't just about me? Why did it feel like this was more about proving something—to Selene, to Isabelle, to himself?
I could still feel Isabelle's words clinging to my skin like poison.
"The ring on your finger won't stop me from claiming what's mine."
I shook the thought away as Nathaniel finally stopped in front of his bedroom door. Without a word, he pushed it open and stepped inside.
I hesitated.
I had never been in his room before.
