RHYSAND
Camila turned to leave my study, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
No coat. Just a dark, tight-fitting shirt clinging to curves I didn’t remember her having, trousers that hugged her hips like a second skin. She moved like smoke, sharp, sinuous, and unreadable.
A stranger wrapped in a familiar scent.
The door clicked shut behind her, and I just stood there, the air crackling around me.
That was Camila, but not the Camila I remembered.
The Camila I knew had fire, yes, but it had been reckless, unshaped, and easy to snuff out. This one walked like she didn’t need permission to burn the world down.
Kage slinked in a moment later, his mouth already twitching with some half-witted comment.
"Wasn’t expecting Camila of all people to come back," he muttered, eyes flickin
