"I'm feeling a bit tired," Camilla murmured softly, sensing the barely restrained fury radiating from Sinclair.
She tightened her grip on his hand, her voice gentle yet insistent.
"Sweetheart, let's go back and rest for now, okay?"
Sinclair was far too perceptive.
If she could piece things together, there was no way he hadn't already.
If the truth about what happened back then really did involve the Luther Family... she couldn't bear to imagine the devastation it would wreak on him.
The deeper the bond, the more devastating the betrayal.
Just like in her past life, when she discovered after her death that the one who had hired assassins to harm her was none other than the uncle she had considered her only family.
Sinclair's dark, brooding gaze met Camilla's—those beautiful eyes filled with nothing but concern for him.
The ice in his expression thawed slightly..
"Alright."
