Camille's POV
Lara waved her hands in a panic.
"I didn't! I don't cook often, so I really didn't know... I thought a tiny bit of cream wouldn't trigger an allergy..."
I couldn't be bothered to watch her act anymore and turned to Lucian.
"What do you have to say for yourself now?"
His thin lips moved. "Lara might genuinely not understand these things."
An expected answer. I looked back at Rowan. "What about you, Rowan?"
Rowan muttered, "I think so too. Lara has always been so good to me, maybe she really didn't mean it this time..."
I nodded. "Fine. If you, the victim, think it's no big deal, then I have nothing left to say."
I turned on my heel and walked away.
Lucian frowned. "Camille, where are you going?"
"I haven't slept in over forty hours. I need to rest. Lucian, you seem
