Camilla's POV
"What does that mean? Does it make me more dangerous?" I asked, the weight in my chest growing heavier.
He grew thoughtful for a moment before releasing a sigh. "I don't know. But until I do my findings, let's take it as a good thing. For now, it means you can't be endangered by magic."
All this was too much to swallow. But more than anything, I felt bad he had to deal with me. He didn’t deserve all this mess I kept dragging him into.
Seeing how shaken I was, he pulled me closer and made me rest my head on his lap. I surrendered without a fight, closing my eyes as his fingers brushed gently through my hair. I couldn't help but think how the tea, and him taking some of the pain I'd been feeling, and now this, made me feel so soothed.
He was the best thing to ever happen
