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SEVENTY THREE

CAMILLE'S POV

"What the fuck?!" The guard mouthed, clocking his gun even closer to Amity's face. "Did you just admit to being an accomplice of murder?"

Amity's eyes were fixated on mine, not the man who had a gun in her face. "Call your man to order."

"He is not my man," I replied, a chuckle almost leaving my lips.

The guard felt offended by her statement. His gun grazed her neck, the silver-plated machine searing her skin from mere touch. "I am a first guard sentinel of the fourth division. Loyal only to my king and my superiors."

That confidence, that cockiness disappeared, and I watched her stumble back. "You tricked me..."

"Did I?" I asked.

I didn't wait for an answer. I simply continued. "I gave you the choice to stand by me or against me. You chose your own stand. You chose yourself. Not me or Eva. I didn't ask you to ramble about aligning yourself with the genocidal maniac. That wasn't me. That was all you. Your cockiness was your downfall. You have freed Hector of the charges
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