Chapter 39

Seth’s POV

Camilla had finally been discharged from the hospital. She sat in the front seat next to me, cradling Lucien in her arms.

As we neared the house, I felt her shift in her seat and clear her throat. “Uh… Tracey,” she began, and I instinctively gripped the wheel tighter.

“She left,” I said quietly, the words heavy in the air. I remembered the horrible things I said to her, things I could never take back. Before Camilla could speak again, I continued. “That afternoon when I found you on the kitchen floor, there were crumbs of the chocolate cake Tracey had brought in. I panicked. When I went to talk to her, to tell her I love you and that I—” I sighed as I pulled up to the house, parked, and killed the engine. “That I needed to end things, she started talking about Ben, her dead mate, and how the mate bond doesn’t matter. I thought—” I shook my head. “I thought she did something to you, Cam, and I said some terrible things to her.”

Camilla rested her head on my bicep, and I