Camilla's POV
I cleared my throat, balled my fists at my sides, my heart stuttering like it might trip on its own beat.
"Ah... brand new," I stammered, sounding stupid. "Perfect. Thank you." I took a step back to grab what little sanity I could find, my eyes darting everywhere, disoriented.
The sting in my finger was gone, thanks to Malakai, and not only because of his power. His presence dulled my senses, making him the only thing I could feel.
He watched me without a word, clearly aware of my struggle, and didn’t want to make it worse. Or maybe saying anything would make him lose the last bit of control and act on the raw hunger in his eyes.
His promise to reward me if I made progress during training flashed through my mind. I shoved it down, reminding myself I had done so poorly.
