***CAMILLA’S POV***
I turn, my heart pounding in my chest, and stare at Alaric’s angry face. He snatches the photo of him and that strange girl from my trembling hand, the corners of the frame digging into my palm before he drops it unceremoniously on the desk.
"Why the hell are you in my study?" he screams at me. "The house is huge, and you decide it’s my study you want to go into. Why are you here?"
I stare at him, taken aback by his sudden outburst, the insults he's hurling at me. "Alaric," I call out, but he doesn't give me a chance to speak. He grabs my arm roughly, his fingers digging into my skin, and drags me out of the room. The door slams shut behind us, the sound echoing through the corridor.
"Alaric, you're hurting me," I protest, twisting my hands in an attempt to free mys
