NINETEEN

CAMILLE'S POV

There it was again. That Cheshire cat smile. I ran a hand through my hair and fixed my masks.

I watched Dimitri's eyes squint with scrutiny. "The mask is a part of you, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I managed to respond, making my way to where Sophia was sitting. Sophia looked at me puzzled. Collins also did the same and I didn't need to be a telepath to know why.

The mask was new for them. I only hid my identity when I was using my gifts and now was one of those times. If the situation were different, I would have considered it. But I sat with three people who knew me from my past.

My eyes danced across the table. Eva was present, sipping a glass of orange juice as she dissected her food like it was the worst thing she had laid her eyes on.

Neal was at the other end of the table. He was busy with his phone and his food was barely touched.

Dimitri on the other hand was playing the role of dutiful father. It made me uncomfortable to see it happen in real time because it made me feel