Camille's POV
He stopped and turned his head to look at me, anger churning in his eyes.
He looked down at me, his tone as cold as if he were speaking to a complete stranger.
"Sorry, I'm very worried about Lara's condition. I don't have time to talk to you."
My hand, which had been gripping his arm, subconsciously let go. My wolf clawed frantically at the inside of my chest.
I smiled bitterly. Five years of companionship, and I couldn't even buy one minute of his time to listen.
Lucian didn't stay a second longer. He took long strides and walked out.
Brad shot me a loaded glance, his eyes full of the petty, triumphant contempt of a villain getting his way, and swaggered out right behind him. Their figures disappeared beyond the revolving doors.
The lobby fell quiet again.
I stood f
