CAMILLA
I twirled the last bit of wine in my glass, leaning back against the bar and letting my eyes scan the crowd.
The room was buzzing with polished smiles and forced conversations, exactly the kind of gathering I usually enjoyed.
But tonight, I felt… out of place.
Hayden had been by my side earlier, keeping me company with his usual charm and snide commentary.
That had lasted all of twenty minutes before he spotted the Omega prince from the southern provinces, the one he’d been very not-so-subtly sneaking around with.
The second their eyes met, he gave me a sheepish grin and muttered a rushed, “You understand, right?”
And of course, I did. Hayden deserved a little reckless joy.
But now I was alone, and I hated the way my mind kept circling back to him… to Rhysand.
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