It was as her mate’s platonic worry for an old friend filtered through, Camille breathed out trying not to let her anxiety bleed through.
Having woken up from her nap confused and warm, Camille had been tempted to go back to sleep. Only she needed to pee, and her stomach was growling like an angry walrus. So, she listened to her bodily needs and got up slowly before shuffling to the bathroom. After relieving herself and finding the intercom, she hit the kitchen button before asking cutely, “...hello?”
Hearing nothing and then a chirpy, “Hi...is this Alpha Female Camille?” Hot in the face at being known, Camille inhaled, “Yes, hi, can I have some food brought in Elijah’s study?” Maid instantly assuring she’ll be brought up something, Camille did a jig until she got to the window.
Seei
