Ivy’s pov

Camille froze. For a heartbeat, her face was unreadable, her eyes wide, her lips parting but no words spilling out. Then she blinked rapidly, as if to be sure she’d heard me right.

“You… what?” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone she used only when the truth was too sharp to touch.

My throat bobbed as I forced the words out again, softer this time. “I shifted.”

The hallway felt suddenly colder, the air heavy with the silence pressing between ...