CAMILLA’S POV
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Little by little, day by day, I feel a bit stronger, not psychically, but more in the sense of feeling confident, more secure and the feeling of being watched has faded, but it’s still there. I hate it.
It means that he was right.
It’s all in my head, isn’t it?
“Camilla, eyes up front,” In a split second, I feel the entire class’ eyes on me, and then it stops because people aren’t allowed to stare in here. My gaze meets Archer’s, a lump forms in my throat and hos dark forest eyes stare me down challengingly.
“Sorry,” I murmur under my breath, hating that the spotlight was on me. My gaze flickers around the room, peeking a glance at everyone else before watching Archer again. “Camilla, since you are a little distracted between the class, come on up here, let’s start t
