CAMELLIA'S POV
I tightened my grip on the cutting shears and raised them between us, willing my trembling hands to remain steady.
"Don't come any closer," I warned, my voice far steadier than I felt.
Princess Oleina's gaze flicked to the shears before she let out a quiet, amused laugh.
"Oh, please." She dismissed the threat with a casual flick of her wrist. "Like that's going to do anything to me."
Before I could even draw another breath, she moved.
It was an explosion of speed so sudden my eyes couldn't follow it. One heartbeat she stood several paces away. The next, my hand was empty.
The shears were gone.
A sharp metallic clang rang out behind us as they skidded across the wooden floor.
I stumbled backward on instinct, my heart lurching into my throat. A gasp caught in my chest
