TWENTY NINE

CAMILLE'S POV

I had never been the type to believe in destiny or life being preordained. But at that moment, I felt my system falter.

This was information nobody had told me. This was information that I maybe didn't care about before. My great-grandfather was a warlock. Maybe the same warlock that cursed Dimitri's family.

I was in too deep now and I couldn't stop. I stared into the encyclopedia for close relatives. Victor Blossom was dead. So was his stepsister. My grandmother had passed from what I had heard and my mother had died in childbirth. Who was I to rely on to find out the truth about things?

I peeled off the mask on my face because it was starting to pose as a disturbance to the research I was doing.

My search led to a dead end because there was nothing. I was going to give up before I realized that most Lycans weren't infected. Someone in the castle might have existed at that time. Someone like that would have information that could help me.

I thought about asking Dimi