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Allie returned to the chair, and as she resumed her seat Camille’s eyes fluttered open. She swept her gaze over the room and her expression sank. “Is he gone?”
Allie shook herself from her reverie and nodded. “Yes, but he’ll be back. In the meantime, I’ll stay here with you.”
Camille studied her face. “You like him, don’t you?”
Allie blushed and her hands fidgeted with each other in her lap. “O-of course not! What a silly thing to say!”
A smile slipped onto Camille’s lips. “Then you like him a lot.” Her face grew a little tired and she fell back against the pillows to stare ahead of herself. “At least, that’s what happens in the books Mother used to read to me.”
Allie’s heart fell a little at the sorrow-soaked words of the young girl. “Lady Douglas told us you lost her.”
