“I feel as if I should inform you that I loathe you, Camille,” was the first thing William said upon seeing me. Apparently, he had been following us. Not super closely, but he had been in the region. Close enough to where he could tell that Arthur was there. According to Arthur, it was because William did not trust me (Arthur had known he was there the entire time). Anyway, William was still wearing a suit. A new one, freshly pressed and cleaned. It made him look like a pompous d**k.
“I hate you too,” I responded.
William smiled dryly. “Her plan is idiotic,” he said to Arthur.
“It’s better than nothing.”
I glared at him. Way to indirectly agree that my idea was stupid. “If you have anything better, William, I’m glad to hear it.”
His too-blue eyes flickered to me then to Arthur. “Does
