RonanI had Camila join me for dinner, but with Oliver and Kenneth around, we kept the conversation light and avoided discussing anything serious. She served me as usual, and once we finished, she took care of cleaning the dishes."Join me upstairs once they’re gone," I said, hoping she understood the implication. She nodded, though I couldn’t tell if Arya’s presence had affected her mood. I would have to wait and see.An hour later, Camila came into my room, gracefully wearing one of the nightgowns I had bought for her. It was a red-laced, translucent piece underneath a silk kimono, and when she entered, her smile told me she wasn’t upset."Dealing with her will be a lot of work, Ronan," she said, showing off the elegant body-hugging nightwear with a hint of amusement."You know what will be even harder?" I asked, pulling her close. "The days I’ll be away from you and Katya," I spoke from the heart, the weight of my upcoming separation pressing on me.Camila leaned into me, her warmth
RonanI woke up in the middle of the night, a restless feeling pulling me from sleep.My mind kept drifting to the hard drive Joseph had given me. I couldn't help it; my curiosity was eating away at me.I glanced over at Camila, who was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully. She looked so serene, her bare skin illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. The lace she had worn earlier was now just a memory. We had been a little too enthusiastic, but I could always buy her a new one.I watched her for a moment, feeling a mix of guilt and longing. I wished for a time when we wouldn't have to sneak around in the dark, hiding our love like it was something shameful.But my ambitions kept me up at night. I was only three ranks away from becoming a marshal—a huge achievement, especially for someone as young as me.Sometimes, it felt like there was a higher power guiding my steps, helping me climb the ranks faster than I could have ever dreamed. If I made it to marshal, I could set
RonanIt was becoming clearer to me now—Arya had more than just me as her target. She had a source inside the military, someone she trusted, someone they believed could rise quickly if Marc was taken out of the picture.Could it be Lucas? It could be anyone, really. With thirty-three colonels currently in the ranks, any one of them could be vying for a promotion. It was impossible to pinpoint who her ally was without more information. This puzzle was a tough one to solve, but I was determined. Once our mission in Kavistan was complete, I intended to get the truth out of Arya myself.The fact that she had tried to gain access to my office and my computer sent a shiver down my spine.I had never been so thankful for my cautious nature as I was right then. Every security measure I had put in place, every extra layer of protection—I was suddenly grateful for them all.I glanced over at Camila, lying peacefully in bed, and felt a wave of relief. Choosing her had been the right decision, not
CamilaI woke up in the morning to find Ronan asleep with his head resting on the table, his laptop still open in front of him.He must have gotten up during the night to attend to some work. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I quietly slipped out of bed.My lace nightdress was torn, a casualty of last night, so I wrapped myself in a robe and carefully made my way out of the room.I showered quickly, the warm water helping to wake me up, and then dressed in a hurry. I was eager to get breakfast started.I grabbed the baby monitor to keep an ear out for Katya. She’d played so much yesterday that she was sure to be exhausted and would probably sleep in a bit longer.As I stepped into the kitchen, I was caught off guard to see Arya sitting at the table, eating pancakes and drinking hot chocolate. I looked at the sink and saw she had cleaned up after herself.I hadn’t expected to see her this early, and I fought the urge to laugh at the sight of her so casually eating in our kitchen. I quic
CamilaI turned to look at Arya, a smile playing on my lips. “For someone who hated my people—and hated me—you seem to care now. What’s the catch, Arya? What do you really want?” I asked, watching her closely.She smiled, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes.“You got me, Camil. I know I was a bitch to you. I won’t deny it. Can you blame me, though? You’re hot and gorgeous, and the way he looks at you, the way he protects you… It got to me. I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t made a move on you yet. He must have some serious self-control,” she said with a light laugh. “Anyway, I was just hoping you’d forgive my actions, and maybe we could start fresh. Be friends, even. You help me, and I help you.”I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be interested in what she had to say. “Help you, and you help me? How, exactly?”“Well,” she began, leaning forward slightly, her voice lowering conspiratorially, “I have resources that could get you to Nagria. You and your mother, if you’d like. You’d be
CamilaJust when I thought the conversation was finally over, Arya spoke up again.“Do you think he’s over me?” she asked, her voice softer, almost wistful.I rolled my eyes before turning to face her. Honestly, I didn’t need this right now. I had a home to keep and responsibilities to manage. This conversation was becoming tedious, but I knew I couldn’t afford to put her on edge.If she started getting suspicious, it could jeopardise Ronan’s mission. So, much to my displeasure, I forced myself to keep the conversation going.“I guess,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe that’s a conversation you should have with him.” I struggled to keep a straight face, fighting the urge to laugh at her delusion.“I guess so…” she murmured, still smiling as she took another sip of her hot chocolate. She seemed lost in thought, likely imagining some fantasy of rekindled romance.“You know what,” she continued, setting her cup down. “I’ll speak to my connection about the Nagria situation and let you know what
CamilaAs soon as Ronan left the house, I felt a wave of loneliness wash over me.To distract myself from the emptiness that his absence created, I decided to keep myself busy in the kitchen.I wanted to make sure dinner would be perfect when he returned.I started planning the menu for the evening, imagining how it would feel to host a dinner in his house with his fried present. But then, as I looked around at the food I had made this morning, a sharp realisation hit me—I had cooked food that no one would eat.The promotion exams were important for Ronan, and I knew how much it meant to him to excel.Still, I wished he hadn't had to leave on an empty stomach. I worried about him, my heart aching with the thought that he might be hungry while focusing on such an important task.I wanted to be there for him, to support him, to ensure he was taken care of. But all I could do was stand in the kitchen, hoping he would make it to the top, silently wishing him all the best with every beat of
CamilaKenneth seemed to be hinting that Ronan might be bringing a female guest, and I could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. I just laughed, shaking my head at his playful assumptions. Despite everything, his lightheartedness was a welcome distraction from the tension Arya had stirred up. We both knew tonight would be interesting, and I could only hope it went smoothly."You know me—I mind my own business. It’s not like I have much of a choice. Besides, I enjoy my job," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. Kenneth smiled warmly at me, a hint of admiration in his eyes."If only Arya were more like you," he said with a sigh. "She might have had a better life."I chuckled at that, shaking my head. "I doubt personality matters much in our world, Kenneth. In this place, you’re either free or you’re enslaved. There’s no middle ground," I said softly. My words seemed to hang heavy in the air, and for a moment, Kenneth fell silent, lost in thought. The conversation was starting t