CAMILLA'S POV.

“Astrid?” I called out her name, my voice trembling with disbelief and rage.

“Yes, you thought I was dead?” Astrid replied, rising gracefully from her seat.

Her tone was laced with a mix of mockery and satisfaction, and I rubbed my eyes vigorously, hoping against hope that this was just a trick of the light.

“You can’t be alive! You should be dead!” I shouted, my anger flaring uncontrollably.

“This is impossible! He killed you; you ...