HUNDRED THIRTEEN

CAMILLE'S POV

Suddenly, the music stopped. The room fell silent, the abrupt end to our dance jarring. Dimitri and I turned to the record player and saw a strange woman standing there, removing the pin from the wheel. Her presence was so unexpected that it felt like a punch to the gut.

Dimitri immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

The woman chuckled, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “You’re the protective one, aren’t you?” she said, her tone mocking. “Relax. I’m not here to harm anyone. Unless, of course, my hand is forced.”

I tried to peer around Dimitri, my heart pounding. Something about her seemed familiar, and then it hit me. The pale white hair, the sharp features—

“Abigail?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

The woman smirked, fixing her hair. “I might have my youth and all, but it’s still rude not to call your grandmother by her proper title.”

My breath caught in my throat. “