CAMILLE'S POV
When eight struck, there was a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I asked, staring at the door as the knob twisted open.
The apparel told me the nice-looking woman was a servant. "Luna Camille, dinner is ready. Would you be coming downstairs to eat, or should I bring the food to you?"
I shut the records of Victor Blossom. It wasn't going to give me any results since the pages had been ripped out of it.
I considered my options. Avoidance. It was the easier option. But for a reason, I didn't want it easy.
The cat was out of the bag now, and I wouldn't miss any opportunity I had to spite Eva. She needed to be reminded of the threat I posed now that I existed again.
"I'll join them at the table," I told the servant.
She bowed solemnly before leaving, shutting the door bac
