CAMILLA'S POV
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It feels like I've been hit through the face. How can he ask me that? I bet he notices my infuriated expression in the gloomy light, because he says, "That's not what I meant..." he murmurs, but I ignore him, and get off the couch, striding right past him, my shoulder brushing against his arm. He's warm, but at the same time cold. "That's exactly what you meant," I seethe, turning the corner in the kitchen and I grab a glass, pouring water into it. I'm not insane. This isn't in my head. "Camilla, you've been traumatized, and--", "Yes," I drop the glass onto the counter. "I have been traumatized, and it's because of you!"
His eyes widen, the light reflecting in his orbs. "Because of me?" the disbelief in his tone is astonishing. "Yes, because you talked me into marryin
