ELIJAH'S POV
For hours, Camille and I wove through dark alleys and past flickering streetlights, trailing Artem, Tristan, and Vladik. They seemed to deliberately navigate in circles, taking the long way to throw off any potential followers. Yet I remained persistent and patient, determined to train them. Finally, I spotted them approaching the iconic tower of Big Ben.
Father insisted on bringing Camille along on this mission, asserting that her magic would be invaluable for maintaining our concealment. I agreed, though I couldn’t shake my reservations. She was still a young witch—reckless and impulsive in her approach.
“Take this,” I instructed firmly, placing a vial of my blood in her hands. “Just a little insurance.”
Recognizing the contents of the vial, Camille hesitated. “I don’t w
