HUNDRED SIXTEEN

CAMILLE'S POV

I woke with a start, my neck throbbing with a dull, familiar ache. The memories flooded back in a rush: Dimitri's hand snapping my neck, the darkness that followed. My accelerated healing must have brought me back, but the pain lingered as a reminder of his desperate act.

As I pushed myself to my feet, the scene before me made my heart clench. Dimitri and Neal were locked in a brutal struggle, both going for each other's throats and battered.

Neal’s eyes flicked to me for a brief moment before he raised his hands, a gesture of peace.

"Enough. White flag. White flag."

Dimitri stood there, breathing heavily, his fists still clenched, eyes wild with lingering rage. The air between them was thick with tension, each man barely holding himself back. Slowly, I stepped forward, hoping my presence would diffuse the situation, but Neal’s eyes met mine again, a silent signal for me to pause.

Understanding his unspoken message, I moved closer to Dimitri. His body was tens