Damon sat completely still in his wheelchair.
He listened to her entire mental confession. He listened to her admit that she had killed the assassin. He listened to her correctly guess that Ida had sent the man. And he listened to her dark, twisted laughter about Ida's death.
Damon slowly turned his head away from Camilla. He looked back at Kade. His face was a mask of cold, unreadable stone. He did not show a single hint of surprise.
"Don't worry," Damon told Kade. His voice was calm and flat. "Do not waste your men on a dead rat."
Kade looked slightly confused. "But My Lord, an assassin breached our walls..."
Damon raised his hand to stop his aide from speaking. "I know who did it," Damon said smoothly. He did not want Kade investigating Camilla. He did not want his men trying to arrest his own wife for murder, especially when she had only killed an enemy spy in self-defense.
