"Is something wrong?" Damon asked again.
His deep voice was smooth, calm, and perfectly polite. He sounded exactly like a caring husband asking a simple question.
His voice broke through the loud, panicked thoughts racing inside Camilla's head. It pulled her completely out of her deep thoughts.
Camilla flinched slightly. She quickly blinked her eyes and sat up straight in her chair. She realized she had been staring at him for far too long.
She quickly shook her head from side to side. She forced her facial muscles to work. She plastered a very bright, very fake smile onto her face. It was a tight smile that did not reach her eyes.
"No, My Lord," Camilla replied out loud. Her voice was slightly higher than normal. "Nothing is wrong at all. I was just... admiring the beautiful garden."
