Chapter 386

Sullivan Fletcher walked out from the crowd, sharp and collected, that cold military edge showing in every move. But the second he spotted that slim figure standing tall across him, something flickered in his usually unreadable gaze. “Camila?” “It’s me.” Camila Harrington’s lips curved into a small smile. Her stiff back finally relaxed a little—this time, she could let her guard down. She’d almost pulled the trigger just now… Thankfully, she’d kept it together. Had she acted on impulse, things could’ve gone really bad. “We’re on the same side. Lower your weapon,” Sullivan said, voice low but firm. His eyes, however, never left her. It was the first time he’d seen her like this—combat gear, hair tied into a sleek ponytail that swung with the breeze, steel mask glinting sharply under the afternoon sun. Gone was the graceful elegance; now, she radiated something fierce and unapologetic. He stared, stunned for a beat. Deep down… it hurt. He could see how tired she was—exhaustion etched int