Zamiel walked into Camilo's study and found him lost in thought, his gaze fixed blankly on the empty air ahead. His head rested lazily against the headrest of the couch, his expression unreadable.
Yet despite that practiced mask of calm, Zamiel could sense the turmoil beneath, especially after the incident at the New Year's Eve party. Nix had woven a trap so intricate that it would take supernatural grace to escape it. Zamiel had grown up with that man; he had seen the fire in his eyes ignite, blaze, and die. But what he witnessed last night was something entirely different, something he couldn't begin to understand.
"I won't be wrong to say you brought this upon yourself," he said, settling into the seat across from Camilo.
Camilo narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why did you invite him to an event you organized knowing full well you wanted to keep them apart?"
"I didn't invite him," Camilo scoffed.
