POV: Camilla
I stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching Malakai talk to one of the scouts. His voice was low, but I could tell he was asking about Henry—again.
I hated how tense things had become. Every time Henry’s name came up, it brought a different kind of silence between us. A loaded one. It wasn't that I didn’t want to trust Malakai’s judgment... I just couldn’t quiet this voice inside me telling me something was wrong.
“He doesn’t remember anything, Camilla,” Malakai had told me earlier, brushing a hand through his hair. “You saw him when they found him—barely breathing, broken. What could he possibly gain from faking that?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered. “But something doesn’t feel right. He’s not the same Henry.”
Malakai sighed. “No, he’s not. But maybe th
