***Camilla***
I couldn't sleep.
The camp was quiet, most soldiers already resting for the battle that would come in the morning. We'd reached the capital's outskirts that afternoon, and the sight of the massive imperial army waiting for us had left everyone tense and restless.
But that wasn't what kept me awake.
It was Cadiz.
He'd looked terrible when we made camp, he was pale, exhausted, barely able to dismount his horse without Raizel's help. Cassius had examined him again but found nothing, and the frustration in my brother's voice had been frightening.
Something was wrong, something more than just stress or exhaustion.
I shifted to my omega form, letting my empathic senses expand through the camp. Most people radiated normal emotions, fear, determination, and worry about tomorrow. But there was something else, something that felt... wrong.
Satisfaction, anticipation, cold pleasure.
