Camilla's POV
My heart was pounding, not from the roar of battle, but from the dying man’s gaze. His eyes wide and accusing, fixed on me.
Me? My mind screamed. I've never seen this man before in my life. Never spoken to him. Why was he looking at me? What kind of sick game is this?
“Who? Who made you do it? Who promised you protection?” Malakai shouted, demanding for answers.
The archer’s hand trembled, lifting weakly, still pointing at me. He sagged, then went limp. Dead.
“No!” I cried.
I stumbled forward, dropping to my knees beside the archer. “You’re lying!” I whispered, shaking his limp shoulder. “Tell them you’re lying! Tell them you don’t know me!”
I looked up, my chest heaving, my gaze darting wildly. Malakai was there, standing over me, his sword still drawn. The look on
