Camille woke to the sound of waves brushing the shore—soft, steady, almost musical. For a moment, she didn't move. She lay still, letting the sunlight warm her skin as it drifted lazily through the glass walls of the villa.
It felt unreal.
Like stepping into someone else's life.
Someone who wasn't hunted.
Someone who wasn't tied to a contract or a war she didn't start.
Her fingers curled slowly into the sheets.
Luxury wasn't supposed to feel unfamiliar.
Rest wasn't supposed to make her suspicious.
Peace wasn't supposed to feel like a trap.
And yet… it did.
Camille sat up, pushing her hair back as she tried to steady her racing thoughts. The room was bright, beautiful, open—but the silence made her too aware of her own heartbeat.
Was she really safe?
Or was this just the quiet before everything shattered again?
