“Camilla?” She lowered her hands, her emerald magic drawing back into her palms as she stalked forward. “What are you doing?” “Me? What are you doing?” I hissed. “Those guards—” “Are sleeping and when they wake up, they will think they slept on the job. They will never speak of it because if she finds out, she’ll rip their heads off.” Camilla shook her head at me before grabbing my wrist and attempting to make us leave. I didn’t move. Camilla jerked before spinning. “We have to leave.”
