Chapter 47

Camilla’s POV

The air was heavy in the bunker. Every breath felt thick, like the dust was trying to choke me, scraping the back of my throat raw. I could hear the distant hum of the emergency generators struggling to keep the bunker lit, their weak flicker casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. Both Lucien and Fiona’s cries sounded in my ears, a stark difference from the empty silence in my mind, but I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed, rooted to the spot as I realized I’d just done.

“I…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

My hands shook uncontrollably, the gun still warm in my palm, smoke trailing lazily from the barrel. It slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a heavy thud, the sound bouncing through the bunker like an echo. It seemed louder than anything else—louder than the sobs of frightened mothers, louder than the cries of terrified children. Louder than my own ragged breathing.

I looked down at Kyle’s body, his eyes open but glassy, the life gone from the