The room went silent again, a different silence now, the kind with an edge on it.

Camilla chose that moment to save herself.

She stepped another pace from Damian and lifted her chin.

“Whatever is happening here,” she said, loud enough to carry, “I had nothing to do with it.

This is between the two of them.”

“You’re right about the first part,” I said.

“The thing he did to my shoulder was his choice alone.

But you weren’t nothing, Camilla.