Chapter 31

Camille’s POV

I made my way out of the church and met the hunter standing with his back rested on the ancient walls and his eyes firmly shut. He had a black short on that stopped at his mid-thighs while a white bandage firmly wrapped his knee cap with blood pooled at the center. I could feel my intestine churning and voices in my head lashing out at me.

You are a monster, you tried to kill that man.

The truth is that I am no monster. I was caught in a war and in wars, there are casualties so whether my subconscious likes it or not, I’m not to be blamed for his misfortune.

Keep telling yourself that! A voice in my head yelled at me and I shook my head to clear those voices.

“H— hi!” I stuttered and cleared my throat.

“You are the woman that almost shot me to death last night.” He said without opening his eyes.

“Almost?” I eyed his leg, bile rose in my chest. “I shot your leg a