After the email incident, Jag dismissed Camille for the day, leaving Camille to wander back towards the apartment feeling out of sorts and exhausted from the range of emotions she had endured. She was starting to think that it wasn't her acting strangely but rather Draygonian males had a very intense influence on those around them, especially women. Just when she thought she was done socialising for the day though, she heard someone calling her "name'' as she was fishing her keys out of her bag.  "Oh hey, Tina." She mustered up a smile as the tall woman approached her. "Are you looking for Charlotte?"  "Oh no," the brunette laughed softly. "I was actually on my way to run some errands when I saw you and wanted to say hi. Is everything okay? You look a bit frazzled there."  "Oh yeah, work has just been a bit full on." Camille replied.  Or rather my boss has

Kal had still been wide awake when the soft tone of the doorbell chimed. Beside him Emma stirred but didn't wake up, her hands curling around the duvet she cuddled to her. He had been watching her sleep since she dozed off beside him but hadn’t been able to fall asleep himself.   Their date had been a lot of fun. Kal had taken Emma to the top of one of the towers in the Ark which gave them a view of the whole city while also protected by hundreds of tonnes of glass and steel. The whole area had been turned into a garden of sorts mostly consisting of species from Draygon. Emma had been fascinated by the different flowers, especially the bioluminescence of some species which had glowed with an ethereal beauty in the darkness.    But despite their good time, Kal hadn't forgotten what they had talked about at the beginning. It was obvious that Emma was becoming more and more receptive to all three males but it was only causing her stress be

"How many fingers am I holding up?"  "Three."  "Okay, and what day is it?"  "Wednesday."  The Draygonian medic withdrew from Camille and turned to his computer to make a few notes letting a tense silence settle in the examination room. Camille didn't recall how she got to the medical floor but when she woke up, the pain was gone and she was wearing a hospital gown. So far the only people she had seen were the medic and a nurse. While they were friendly enough, the whole thing had her on edge and she desperately wanted to go home where she would feel safe. She didn't even know if anyone knew she was here. Well, Jag obviously knew but what about Charlotte?  Since waking up Camille had been subjected to a series of tests and examinations with little explanation as to what had happened. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed as tense as a springboard, un

Come Friday morning, Camille was determined that life got back to normal. She had never been one to feel sorry for herself and she wasn’t about to let her friends and boss treat her like some fragile statue made of glass. Sure, it had been a terrifying ordeal bleeding from her eyes and feeling like someone was trying to open her skull with a buzz-saw but the doctor had pretty much confirmed it was probably stress or an infection.    And it was no surprise that she was stressed, not that Camille wanted to address why her body might now be weakening under the years of emotion and physical torture. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fall victim to her memories now that she was safe. She had a good job after all and some friends. How easy would it really be for Nathan to find her in a city like New York? She wasn’t even going by her own name.    I will always find you, no matter where you hide. You’re mine, baby, and I’d fu

Camille couldn't help but shift nervously as she stood in front of Sid's apartment door, waiting for him to unlock it.  Jag had been consumed by work after their dinner chat and Camille had used her lunch to head back to Charlotte's apartment and freshen up. By the time she got back to Jag's, the soldier was gone only for her phone to chime with a message from him telling her had a last minute meeting and would see her on Monday. So, she had entertained Hunter and tidied up a few things before returning the taego to his master's quarters and waiting for Sid to come get her.  Surprisingly, her nerves had remained steady up until she found herself outside of the male's door. Then she had found herself jittery like a teenager on their first ever date. Sid had so far been a real delight though. He had Camille in stitches almost immediately and the way he had flung his arm around her shoulder and kept her close while they walked had Cam