( CAMILLA )
"Marcel, you've been shot, and you ask me if I'm hurt? Have you lost your mind?" I pulled away from Marcel, and my gaze went to the white shirt stained with blood.
"I'm fine, are you hurt?" Marcel repeated the question with his green glowing eyes looking straight at me.
"I'm fine. How is your wound?" I reached out my hand to lift the corner of Marcel's white shirt.
" It's just a scratch." Marcel took a step back." Tyler, arrange security at the gate, call Ragnar and arrange a meeting for tomorrow morning. Leave a message on my phone with the details, location and time." Marcel glanced towards Tyler who was standing behind me.
Tyler's footsteps, the door closed and there was silence. My thoughts went round in circles while my heart was beating in an unusual rhythm. I ap
