Chapter 7

Alex

“You!” Camilla dropped the broken glass to the floor, wine dripping from her hand. “What did you do?”

She stepped toward me.

Weston moved between us. “Camilla. Stop.”

She barely looked at him. “You think you can walk in here, put on a pretty dress, and suddenly become someone important?” Her voice rose. “You’re still Alex Lee. A servant. A nobody.”

I froze. The courtyard blurred at the edges as the heat spread into my wrists. A familiar pressure built beneath my skin, and silver flickered along my veins.

Weston saw it before anyone else did. He caught both my hands in his, hiding the light beneath his fingers.

“Alex.”

Camilla’s voice kept cutting through the courtyard, but it faded be