CAMILLA'S POV
--
"I shouldn't have come here," my voice a bare whisper as I spin on my heel, facing him. "Why?" His eyes flicker between mine, and I didn't notice how close he was. "I just shouldn't have," my shoulder lifts into a shrug. The knot in the base of my spine hurts, standing is uncomfortable and no matter how I twist, the ache doesn't go away. I strut past him, but he stops me, his fingers wrapping around my wrist as he breathes out my name, "Camilla." Please don't do anything. "Archer," I micmic his tone, and his thumb caresses the inside of my wrist.
"Tell me what's wrong, talk to me," his eyes bore into mine, his gorgeous green hues shimmering with concern and care. He seems like he cares, but what if it's fake? "I can't," my shoulders sag as the air leaves my lungs. "Why?
