“Uh... i-it’s a long story, ” I stammered. William. Arthur’s third friend. The Nephilim. Made sense. He, however, did not look at me with friendly eyes.
“I do believe that we have time. Explain, Camille,” he said my name as if it tasted foul on his tongue. When I didn’t answer him fast enough, he repeated, “Explain.”
I scratched my wrists furiously. “I got cursed. Long story short. Arthur’s glory was the cure.”
William frowned at this, his handsome face radiating disapproval. “And so?”
“Well... I’m alive.”
“And how did you two meet?”
I paused. “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but it’s not really any of your business how we met.” If William had been nice, clearly interested in learning more about me... I probably would’ve been open to sharing part of the story. But he wasn’t. Ins
