Chapter 152
Kamilla eyed the guys suspiciously as they shifted nervously from foot to foot and avoided her eyes. “Well?!” she demanded, making Syre flinch.
“My Queen, it’s not like that,” he said with a sheepish grin. “We’re… uhm.”
‘Viktor doesn’t know we’re here, Vlad blurted out.
The others looked at him with wide eyes.
Kamilla frowned as her heart slowly deflated. Oh. He didn’t send them for her. She bit the inside of her cheek. What had she expected? She was the fool for hoping. “Oh? Really?” she asked in what she hoped was a nonchalant tone.
“Yes,” said Xavier, squaring his shoulders and trying very hard to not look guilty. “It’s true! We are here without the permission of our King, we have been disobedient and thus have betrayed the trust he has in us!”
“But it is of the utmost importance…else we wouldn’t have…” added Zen hurriedly, his handsome face tinged with shame.
Vlad cleared his throat. “We don’t make a habit of disobeying our King,” he murmured defensively.
Kamilla raised her brows at them. How adorable. They were this distraught over disobeying Viktor for the first time in their lives? This ashamed over just a measly bit of disobedience?
Kamilla shook her head in mild amusement.
If these men knew how many times she’d gone left when Viktor said right, they’d probably faint from shock.
“Oh, relax, guys,” she told them. ‘It’s not a big deal.”
They exchanged looks and seemed to feel a little less ashamed of the inexcusable betrayal of their precious King’s orders.
“So… if Viktor didn’t send you… why are you guys here?” Kamilla asked, the question one she was dying to hear the answer to.
Xavier straightened. “Firstly, we missed you.”
Kamilla smiled, feeling genuinely delighted by that. Who wouldn’t want to be missed by seven gorgeous men? She blushed. “Aw, you big babies. Haven’t even been gone for long.”
*Secondly,” Vlad murmured dryly. “Damon says, and I quote: ‘I’ve had it up to here with all this. He’s in pain and I have to deal with it when he could just find Kamilla and end it. If I suffer a heart attack and die from stress it’s on them two. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bloody… bullshit.”
Kamilla blinked at the vast difference in tone and the nature of the words. “Did Damon sound like a corpse too?” she asked, earning herself a narrow–eyed look from Vlad.
Syre shook his head. “Nah. He was hopping mad and screaming every word out. Vlad’s tone never goes higher than that so that’s the best he could do.”
Lowering her gaze, Kamilla sighed. “Is… is the King really in pain?”
Zen pursed his lips. “Damon said all this after Viktor tore apart own his library in a fit of rage one morning.” He raised a hand and began counting off on his fingers. “He no longer sits for meetings with his Elders, he barely sleeps in his chambers, most nights we find him haunting Witcher’s Cliff or hunting in the forests. It’s… bad.”
Kamilla’s hands were tightly gripping her bag as she listened. Even just imagining Viktor do all of that was piercing her heart. A sigh escaped her and she lowered her head, unable to stop the sadness for returning and clenching her stomach up. “Why is he like that?” she asked in a whisper. “If… if he had to go as far as getting rid of me, he should have at least been happy as a result. But, instead what? He doesn’t sleep and hunts all night? That’s what he sent me away for? So he could be miserable on his own?”
She bit her lip and turned away, blinking away the moisture in her eyes.
The guys looked at each other in silence.
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Kamilla turned back to them and wrapped her arms around herself. So… Damon asked you guys to come here?”
They nodded.
“Yup,” said Syre. “You know how Damon comes within an inch of death whenever he’s under pressure. Ile’s not handling Viktor’s mood swings well. And according to him, you probably aren’t okay either.”
Kamilla lowered her eyes. She wasn’t okay at all. The past ten days had been horrible, but she’d pretended to be in high spirits for her mother’s sake. If she wasn’t dreaming of repeatedly falling to her death from Witcher’s cliff, she was dreaming of Viktor’s hands on her body.
It had been torture. She hadn’t known if he was okay, if Charming really had disappeared after the last time she saw him, or if Viktor’s sending her away was really because of their broken bond. Did he feel absolutely nothing for her now?
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