For a moment
nothing moved.
Not Dante.
Not the girl.
Not even the air between them.
Because what Camille had just said didn't feel like fear.
It felt like a warning.
Dante stepped closer slowly, his voice low but sharp. "Camille."
No response.
Her eyes were open.
But not focused.
Not on him.
Not on anything around them.
She was somewhere else again.
And this time
it didn't look like she was trying to come back.
"Camille," he said again, firmer now.
Her fingers twitched.
Just slightly.
Like her body was still catching up to whatever was happening inside her.
The girl moved fast.
Grabbing Camille's shoulders and shaking her once not violently, but enough to break through.
"Hey. Stay here," she said. "Don't drift."
Camille blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then her gaze snapped into place.
Too sharp.
Too clear.
"I'm here," she said.
But her voice
Something about it wasn't right.
Dante noticed immediately.
"What just happened?" he asked.
