Camille's POV
The next day at noon, just as I was about to head out, my comm-stone buzzed.
It was Lucian.
I didn't want to answer at first, but figuring he might want to talk about breaking our bond, I hit accept.
The second the call connected, his deep, cold voice came through.
"Gillian's having another one of her headaches. Bring her medicine over right now."
"No."
I hung up instantly and declined every single one of his back-to-back calls after that.
I wasn't just some omega he could boss around whenever he felt like it.
Standing in front of the mirror, I double-checked my carefully done makeup and gave myself a smile.
"You look beautiful today, Camille," I told myself.
At the restaurant, Declan was already sitting in the most private booth, elegantly playing with the wine gl
