C46 A Shift
Camille wanted to gag.
‘Camie’? What the hell kind of nickname was that?
She tried hard not to let anything show in her expression and maintained a calm, cool façade. But she did grip his arm tighter than usual, and she felt a twinge of satisfaction at him stiffening for a brief moment.
“Your… fiancée?” one of the men repeated in disbelief
