Clayton's POV: Once Cam was done crying on my shoulder, which was breaking my heart, even more than telling her to touch Azariah which was a complete lie. The ritual doesn't need them to be romantic, just consenting. I kissed her on the forehead and walked out. I was gritting my teeth as I walked away from Azariah's suite. Dammit! I can't do this! I can't let her touch him or him touch her! I turn and start heading back to her. I can't let her do this! She's mine and only mine! I am the only one who is allowed to touch her! I hurried my steps back to the french doors of the suite and put my hand on the door. "s**t!" I hissed to myself and grabbed my hair, tugging it in frustration. "Ugh!" I almost yelled and turned away from the door. "What are you looking at!" I shouted