( CAMILLA )
Eyes wide open, body drenched in cold sweat, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. Marcel looked straight at me, anxiety shining in his eyes, his hand resting on my shoulder.
"Camilla, are you all right?" Marcel's voice held a note of concern, a few small lines etched in his forehead, indicating worry.
"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare." The silent words left my lips and my gaze went to the window, where the sunlight was streaming through without shying.
"What did you see in your dream? You were screaming." Marcel pulled his hand away from my shoulder and slowly got out of bed.
My attention turned to the man's athletic back, which was decorated with scars. My thoughts involuntarily returned to the dream, can I tell Marcel? This dream was not about Marcel or Conan. It
