CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
Chapter Fifty-Six (First Night Tension)

The first night at camp was supposed to be lighthearted. The teachers arranged a campfire in the middle of the open space, a circle of logs set around the flames.

The fire crackled loudly, glowing against the darkening sky. Sparks rose into the air like fireflies, and the night breeze carried the smell of smoke mixed with roasted marshmallows.

Students gathered in groups, laughing, singing childhood songs they all seemed to know by heart.

Some clapped along to the beat, others told jokes that had everyone howling. It felt warm, alive, the kind of moment where no one wanted to admit they were tired.

Aurelia sat quietly on one of the logs, her hands wrapped around her knees. Clara was next to her, humming along with the others.

Aurelia tried to join in here and there, but her voice was small, drowned out by the loud chorus around her.

She was still too aware of Caelum sitting just a few feet away, leaning back with that unreadable calm, his gaze on the fire instead of the people.

Chloe, of course, made sure her voice was the loudest. She was laughing louder than everyone, tossing her hair back, trying to catch Caelum’s attention every chance she got.

She leaned forward when she spoke, her eyes flicking toward him, making sure he was close enough to hear her.

And then it started.

“So,” Chloe said, her tone syrupy but sharp. “Not everyone here grew up outdoors, right? Some people don’t even know how to pitch a tent without help. Isn’t that right, Aurelia?”

Her words cut through the cheerful noise like glass. A couple of girls snickered. Mandy tried to cover her laugh with her hand.

Aurelia froze, her cheeks heating instantly. She wanted to disappear into the log she was sitting on.

Clara frowned. “Seriously, Chloe? That’s what you’re doing right now?”

Chloe only smirked, crossing her legs as if she’d just made the funniest joke. “I’m just saying, not everyone is… built for this kind of thing.

Some people just slow others down.” Her eyes flicked deliberately toward Aurelia again, the corners of her lips curling.

Aurelia’s throat tightened. She wanted to answer back, to say something smart, but the words stuck like glue.

She hated how Chloe could still make her feel this small in front of everyone.

Before Aurelia could even react, a low voice broke in.

“Then maybe you should stop talking if you don’t have anything useful to say.”

It was Caelum.

He hadn’t raised his voice, but the bluntness in his tone was sharp enough to silence the group.

Heads turned toward him, shocked. Caelum rarely spoke at all, let alone shut someone down like that.

Chloe blinked, her mouth parting slightly. She hadn’t expected him to cut her off, much less defend Aurelia in front of everyone.

“Excuse me?” she finally said, her voice a mix of offense and disbelief.

Caelum didn’t even look at her. His gaze stayed fixed on the fire, his expression blank as ever. “You heard me.”

The air around the circle shifted. Students whispered behind their hands, some smirking at Chloe’s embarrassment.

Aurelia sat frozen, her pulse racing.

She didn’t know what unsettled her more—Chloe’s words or Caelum stepping in.

He hadn’t defended her exactly; it wasn’t gentle or protective. It was just blunt, cutting. Yet it had been enough to shut Chloe up.

And that attention the fact that he’d said it because of her it made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

Clara nudged Aurelia lightly, whispering, “See? Even he’s not putting up with Chloe’s nonsense anymore.”

But Aurelia couldn’t smile. She just hugged her knees tighter, staring into the fire, wishing her heart wasn’t beating so loud.

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On the other side of the circle, Piper watched everything in silence. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her hands clenched around the edge of the log she sat on.

Once, she would’ve laughed the loudest at Chloe’s jokes. Once, she would’ve had her own sharp words ready, louder than anyone else. But that Piper was gone.

Now, she stayed quiet. She stayed unnoticed.

But inside, her chest burned.

She had been watching Caelum too, watching the way he barely moved, barely spoke. Yet tonight—he had spoken.

And not to her. Not because of her. But because of Aurelia.

That one moment lit something dangerous in Piper’s heart. A jealousy she couldn’t control.

By the time the campfire ended and students began drifting back to their cabins, Piper’s silence had hardened into something else. Something reckless.

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Aurelia walked back toward her tent with Clara, yawning softly. The night was colder now, the fire’s warmth fading behind them. Stars scattered above the treetops like diamonds.

“Don’t think too much about Chloe,” Clara said, bumping her shoulder against Aurelia’s. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I know,” Aurelia murmured, but her mind wasn’t on Chloe anymore. It was on Caelum. On the way his voice had cut across the fire like a blade. She didn’t want to admit it, but the memory wouldn’t leave her alone.

They reached the tents, and Clara gave her a quick hug. “Sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be full of activities.”

Aurelia nodded, slipping inside her tent. She set her bag by the corner, exhaled, and tried to shake off the weight in her chest.

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But outside, in the shadows between the tents, Piper moved quietly. Her hands trembled as she struck the match, but her face stayed calm.

One small flame flickered in the dark, and she bent low, pressing it to the patch of dry grass right by Aurelia’s tent.

It caught faster than she expected.

The fire licked up the side, faint at first, then hungrier, brighter.

Piper stepped back quickly, her chest pounding, her breathing sharp. She told herself it was nothing—just a small scare, something that would ruin Aurelia’s night. Nothing more.

But within seconds, smoke rose thick, curling into the air.

Inside, Aurelia coughed. She shot up from her bedroll, eyes stinging as the air filled with smoke. She stumbled toward the flap, but the coughing grew harsher, her chest tightening. “Clara!” she managed to croak, though her voice barely carried.

The noise drew attention instantly. Clara, in the tent next door, rushed out first. “Aurelia!” she screamed, throwing open the flap to drag her out. Aurelia collapsed against her, coughing violently, her cheeks streaked with tears from the smoke.

“Fire! Fire!” someone shouted.

Caelum appeared out of the dark like he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the nearest bucket, filled it at the water barrel by the wash stand, and doused the flames before they could spread further.

His movements were sharp, precise, almost too calm for someone dealing with fire.

By the time the teachers arrived, the flames were already gone, only a smoking patch left behind.

Aurelia sat on the ground, coughing into Clara’s shoulder, her hair messy, her face pale.

Caelum crouched beside her, his hand steadying her back for a moment before he pulled away. “You’re fine now. Just breathe.”

She looked at him through watery eyes, unsettled again—not just because of the fire, but because of him.

Why did he always have to appear at the exact moment she wished no one would?

Around them, whispers broke out. Students gasped at the sight of Aurelia’s tent burned.

Chloe, who had rushed over with Mandy and Liz, stood frozen.

She didn’t like Aurelia, she wanted to see her embarrassed, but this—this was different.

Seeing Caelum focused on Aurelia, wiping the soot from her blanket, fixing what was left of her things—it made Chloe’s blood boil.

And Piper? She stood in the shadows, hidden among the crowd, her face blank. No one suspected her.

No one even looked her way. Yet
her heart raced wildly, guilt and jealousy battling in her chest as she watched Caelum kneel by Aurelia’s side.

She had wanted Aurelia humiliated. She hadn’t expected Caelum to care.

And now, watching him handle Aurelia’s things with quiet focus, Piper’s jealousy grew darker.

The first night of camp wasn’t supposed to be like this. But it was only the beginning.