Camilla’s POV
Throwing every ounce of shame that I had left in me inside the flowing river, I wanted to swipe right and pick the call when Apep’s angry growl stopped me.
‘I was right.’ he mocked and I already knew where this was going but I desperately wanted to pick the call.
‘I bet he already knows that he can call you and you’ll shamelessly pick up the call after what he did to you.’ Apep said again when he realized that I wouldn’t listen to him.
It worked, whatever he was doing to make me not pick Dylan’s call was working and I hated it because now all I can think about was how Dylan used my being a witch as an excuse to send me away.
How every emotion was drained from his eyes and voice as the cold words came out of his mouth, how I’d faced Agatha alone with no one to help me.
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