17

Camille

Bright light shines down on me.

It's too bright, too powerful, too harsh.

I force my eyes open and find myself staring at Ehlga pulling open the curtains on the other side of the room.

It's morning. Sunday morning.

I survived the night. I'm not sure when I actually fell asleep, but thank God I did and there were no nightmares. Maybe because I'm living in one.

Alessio isn't in here, and I can't hear him in the shower. It's just Ehlga.

Looking at the older woman, I straighten at the same time she faces me with that disgruntled expression on her face.

I don't think Ehlga likes me. She hasn't said anything to make me think it; I just assumed from the haughty glare she keeps giving me. I can't stand people who judge you when they know nothing about you.

"You need to get up. Breakfast is almost over." She speaks in a thick Russian accent. I get the feeling that she and Jayce only speak English when they need to.

"What time is it?"

"Nearly midday."

I straighten even more. "I didn't r