CAMILLE
I found myself wandering through the garden, trying to clear my mind. The weight of everything was pressing down on me—the tension with Ethan, the strange pull Lydia seemed to have over him, the uncertainty of where I stood in all of this.
As I turned a corner, lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice her at first. Lydia. She was standing by a small stone bench, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, as if she’d been waiting for me. I froze for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. What did she want?
She walked toward me with a slow, deliberate pace, her gaze never leaving mine. There was something unnerving about her, something that made my skin prickle with unease. Still, I forced myself to stand my ground.
“Camille,” she said smoothly, her voice calm but laced with something
