Kaya
Damien had me transferred back to the packhouse—back to where it all began.
When Camilla escaped, he figured out immediately that I had helped her. I was separated from Serena on the spot. It must have happened while I was under another round of sedatives, because when I woke, I was already back in his room, shackled to his bed. All I could do was pray that the old witch and her daughter were still somehow alive. At least.
He told me Camilla had been shot with a silver bullet and was probably dead by now, lost somewhere in the winter forest, buried beneath the snow.
I don't believe him. But at the same time... I don't want to think about it anymore. I just hope my blood didn't harm her in the end. I just hope... for something.
"Miss Kaya?" a soft female voice calls from the door, making me flinch. When I lazily shift my gaze, I see a young maid standing there, someone I don't recognize. Maybe Damien brought her from Golden Lake––I'm not sure.
