CAMILLE'S POV

The witch bowed and retreated, closing the door behind her leaving Abigail and me alone in the room. The tension was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts.

"Why are you here, Camille?" Abigail asked, her voice sharp and inquisitive. "Curious about what I said, or did my gift leave a bad taste in your mouth?"

"I—" I tried to say, only for her to cut me off mid-speech.

"Forgive me if it is the latter. I tend to go overboard sometimes."

"I’m here to ...