CAMILLA’S POV
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Distracted by the man in front of me covered in blood, I push aside my own problems. I take a shaky step closer to Jared, grabbing his wrist before he could hide his hands and I sink my nails into his flesh as he fights to free himself of my grasp, but I need to see. I need to look at his hands and all of the evidence against him. Jared has never lied to me, not that I know of anyway, but right here, right now, he is lying to me about something that doesn’t feel right.
I hold his gaze, staring him down even though he’s much taller than I am. My gaze flicks down to his hand, and he lets out a loud sigh, the weight of his arm suddenly increasing as he relaxes. “That’s nothing,” he murmurs before I could even speak, but his icy eyes are full of guilt. “Then why try to hide
