FIFTY THREE

CAMILLE'S POV

When eight struck, there was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked, staring at the door as the knob twisted open.

The apparel told me the nice-looking woman was a servant. "Luna Camille, dinner is ready. Would you be coming downstairs to eat, or should I bring the food to you?"

I shut the records of Victor Blossom. It wasn't going to give me any results since the pages had been ripped out of it.

I considered my options. Avoidance. It was the easier option. But for a reason, I didn't want it easy.

The cat was out of the bag now, and I wouldn't miss any opportunity I had to spite Eva. She needed to be reminded of the threat I posed now that I existed again.

"I'll join them at the table," I told the servant.

She bowed solemnly before leaving, shutting the door back in place.

I looked at my children, who were still fast asleep. They would never forgive me if I went to eat alone.

So I gently roused Sophia and Collins from their slumber, murmuring soft words to wake t