FORTY THREE

CAMILLE'S POV

Ophelia must have noticed the shock written across my face.

"Camille, is everything alright?" she asked, concern etched into her features.

Turning to face her, I clutched the phone tightly in my hands. "Ophelia... Dimitri knows who I am," I blurted out, the weight of the revelation heavy on my shoulders.

Without another word, Ophelia enveloped me in a tight embrace. "It's alright," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm against my anxiety.

But I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. Neal had promised to keep my identity secret, yet here we were, exposed to the dangers of Dimitri's world far sooner than anticipated.

"If he knows who I am, it's only a matter of time before he realizes the kids are his," I confessed, the fear evident in my trembling voice. "I'm scared, Ophelia. That world is dangerous. It's terrifying. I can't bear the thought of putting them through what I went through."

Ophelia gently smoothed my hair, offering what little comfort she could. But deep d