|Theodore|
I knew my words were harsh, biting even, and I’d accused her without giving her a chance to explain. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. The second I saw her with my bastard brother by the lake, all I could feel was a surge of anger and possessiveness. My mind spiraled into dark assumptions, convinced that Camilla had left our bed so early in the morning just to meet with Killian.
Her secret lover.
Camilla's expression had been one of confusion, as if she genuinely didn’t understand the weight of my accusations. It infuriated me, that innocent look in her eyes, like she had no idea why I would think she’d sneak off to meet my brother.
"Killian? Why would I—"
"Don't play innocent," I snapped, cutting her off. My fists clenched tightly at my sides, barely holding back
