Camille's Pov

Few hours ago

The house was too quiet.

After Elias sped away, I had retreated to the living room. I sat heavily on the velvet sofa, my head resting back against the cushions. My mind was a whirlpool of Halter’s words. *Margaret.* The name felt like a burr under my skin, irritating and impossible to ignore. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of how a girl I had treated like furniture for years could be the one pulling the strings of our destruction.

"Madam? Do you need something to drink?"

The voice made me jerk upright. My eyes snapped open, and I found Margaret standing just...