KAMILA’S POV
It's morning when I finally open my eyes, the sun's rays slipping into the tiny cave.
Now awake, I'm instantly met with intense discomfort in my neck and lower back, a jarring contrast to the plush, high-quality mattress I'm accustomed to.
The light snoring at my side pulls my attention to the human girl.
Somehow, she manages to sleep peacefully despite the hard, roughened floor, which makes her seem even more weird. What has she been sleeping on all her life? Spikes?
It’s bewildering, absolutely dumbfounding, how this human – the very one I’d despised and attacked endless times – had summoned the courage to get us out of the most threatening situation. And she does this even after I’d selfishly sold her out, time and time again.
Is she really that weak? That naïve? My
