Camilla's POV
Malakai carried me all the way up, not breaking a sweat, as if I was some paper. I didn’t say a word, still finding it hard to believe he just went that far for me. No one had ever stood up for me—let alone thrown a person in the dungeon over a simple slap.
His long hair flowed down, soft and silky, brushing over my neck and chest in a ticklish motion as he moved. I let myself drown in the sweet scent.
“Are you alright, lovely?” came his deep voice as we stepped off the last stair.
A shiver rushed through me just from the sound. I couldn’t ignore how the shift between his softness and cruelty deepened the mystery that surrounded him. It scared me a bit.
“Are you upset with me?” he asked again when I didn’t respond. A crease of worry appeared on his face.
“No, no. Not a
