chapter sixteen

Camila's POV

The Next Morning

I expected the tension from last night to fade by morning.

I was wrong.

Nathaniel was colder than ever.

He barely acknowledged me when I entered the dining hall, his attention fixed on whatever report he was reading. When I sat down across from him, he didn't even look up.

I clenched my fists under the table, staring at him in disbelief.

This was the same man who had publicly claimed me last night. Who had thrown a ring on my finger like it was some declaration of war.

And now?

Now I was nothing to him.

I stabbed my fork into the eggs on my plate, my appetite nonexistent.

"Are you going to ignore me forever?" I muttered.

Nathaniel flipped a page in his report. "I'm not ignoring you."

I scoffed. "Oh, really? Because it sure feels like it."