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NINETEEN
CAMILLE'S POV There it was again. That Cheshire cat smile. I ran a hand through my hair and fixed my masks. I watched Dimitri's eyes squint with scrutiny. "The mask is a part of you, isn't it?" "Yeah," I managed to respond, making my way to where Sophia was sitting. Sophia looked at me puzzled. Collins also did the same and I didn't need to be a telepath to know why. The mask was new for them. I only hid my identity when I was using my gifts and now was one of those times. If the situation were different, I would have considered it. But I sat with three people who knew me from my past. My eyes danced across the table. Eva was present, sipping a glass of orange juice as she dissected her food like it was the worst thing she had laid her eyes on. Neal was at the other end of the table.
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