Oh! Little one.” Camille smiled at Remy. “You’re a sweet fellow. To whom do you belong?” Remy lifted his chin and took Eliana’s hand. “To my sister.” Camille’s face hardened. “Well, that’s a shame, isn’t it?” He glared back at her. “Not to me.” Even to Eliana, the smug smile she shot at Camille felt insufferable.
