CAMILLA
I didn’t bother knocking.
I pushed the heavy oak door open like I owned the place which, to be clear, I absolutely didn’t.
But the moment I saw him sitting behind that desk, head bent, a glass of something dark swirling in his hand, I forgot what I was supposed to feel, rage, maybe.
Until I saw Kage standing to the side of the room like some oversized gargoyle.
Great.
“Rhysand, we need to talk.”
Rhysand didn’t even flinch. He took a slow sip, eyes lifting to mine with that maddening coolness he always wore like armor.
Kage glanced between us, suspicious.
“I’m not leaving you alone with her.” He mouthed like a dog’s b***h.
“I wasn’t asking,” I bit out before Rhysand could answer but he didn’t need my help.
“Kage.” He didn’t even raise his voice but the name was sharp
