Damon slowly turned his head. He looked across the dark room at Camilla.
She was lying on the floor. She was snuggling cutely into her pillow. Her red curly hair fell softly over her face. She looked completely innocent, soft, fragile, and entirely harmless.
Damon shook his head slowly. He felt incredibly foolish for not realizing it sooner. She was an absolute master of deception. She had played the part of a weak, crying noblewoman so perfectly that she had fooled the entire kingdom, including him.
He looked back at the deadly daggers and the fortune in money.
A sudden, intense feeling of deep respect mixed with his shock. She had used raw physical skill and intelligence. She had fought a giant monster just to secure his territory.
Damon knew he had to protect her secret. If General Howe found out that the anonymous fighter was the Lady of the Benson family, Howe would send assassins after her every single day.
