_Dorian's POV_
The next morning, I woke up with a lingering sense of unease. Camilla had returned late last night, but I had no idea where she had been. Now, I needed to keep an even closer eye on her. Something wasn’t right, and I was determined to find out what it was.
After getting dressed, I made my way down the hall and stopped in front of Camilla’s room. To my surprise, the door was slightly ajar. She always locked her door whether it was day or night. My pulse quickened. Was she inside? Had she forgotten to lock it, or was she expecting someone?
I pushed the door open slowly, stepping inside as quietly as I could. The sight before me made me pause.
Camilla was standing at her vanity, holding a small vial filled with a thick green liquid. I watched as she carefully poured the sub
