CAMILA’S POV
I almost got lost watching them—Xander and Nyx—walking side by side, their hands entwining, their figures fading into the distance.
For a moment, I stood frozen, jealousy feeding on me alive.
Xander had never looked at me the way he looked at her. Everything was obvious.
He had never held my hand with such little effort, as though she was the only thing that mattered in his whole world.
A sour taste settled on my tongue.
But I don't have the luxury of drowning in my feelings now. Eleanor was waiting for me.
I tugged out of my daze and took a shaky breath, pushing y body to move.
As I stepped out of the garden, I saw the servant approaching with my drink.
The orange juice.
It didn’t matter anymore, not at this hectic moment
I had no appetite.
I looked away, dismis
