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Camille

"I don't think that's what brought you out here though, is it? Ehlga said she heard you screaming like you were having a nightmare. Another one."

"I didn't know she was awake." Or that she could hear me. God, that's so embarrassing.

"She's up sometimes at this hour, baking."

"Oh."

"You're still having the same nightmares?"

I nod. "They don't stop. I have the same one over and over again."

"With the crest?"

"Yes." I bite the inside of my lip.

His shoulders relax and he looks like he's considering something, but I don't know what. We haven't spoken about my nightmares or the crest in weeks. I thought he'd brushed it off, even if he believed me.

"I spoke to your father about the crest, and I looked into it."

A rake of shivers climbs up my spine, and my jaw loosens. There's no way he would have spoken to my father or looked into anything if he didn't think it was important. Or suspect something.

"Did you find anything out?"

"No. And your father said he didn't know the Butyrskayas.