SEVENTY ONE
EVA'S POV
How did she know? How did she fucking know?!
I was stressing out, and I hated that I couldn't show it. I wanted to throw that pain out there, not swallow it. It only made things worse.
No, the worst part was how stuck in my head I became. Camille was clueless before. Before she touched me, all our argument was about was past grievances. But the second she touched me, something shifted. I saw the way the demeanor on her face changed.
As if somehow she gained the information from touching me. Did the healer have more secrets?
I scoffed at the thought. What blessing had the heavens thrown into her lap this time, and more importantly, how was I going to silence her?
Killing her would be the easiest route. But Camille was currently a hot topic. Taking her out, especially with Milana already dead, would raise questions. There was no telling how far the abilities of the granddaughter of Abigail De'Crescent could go.
I mean... five years ago, I watched her get drowned in a rubble of concrete. Yet, she managed to survive unscathed. I wasn't going to take chances that would jeopardize all my hard work.
Still deep in my thoughts, I stormed into my room.
The frustration caused my shoulders to slump because I couldn't just think of a way to untangle myself from the narrative. Camille knew I had poisoned Milana. If she managed to convince Dimitri to do an autopsy, I was finished.
No. I couldn't have that. Something would pop up eventually. I wasn't stupid. I just needed to watch her for now and calculate her next move before I made my move.
"Amity," I snapped, my tone sharp and demanding when I noticed she wasn't anywhere close.
Amity emerged from the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was that the runt had my towel wrapped around her hair. On her body was my robe. Jacquard fabric. The pink one, too. The most expensive and my favorite.
"Yes, Luna Eva? How may I assist you?"
My thoughts derailed for a minute. Amity just stepped outside my bathroom with my towel on her head and my robe on her body. Had she been taking a bath in my bathroom?!
"Did you use my bathroom?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied like it was normal behavior. "The servant quarter bathroom was swamped. So I decided to use this."
The audacity of this bitch?! This clearly wasn't the first time. I was sick to the stomach just thinking about all the times I had reused a towel or bathrobe the omega's body had touched. I could have gotten something.
But that wasn't a priority at the moment. I had to focus.
"You were on morning duty with the other servants, I suppose. How is the kingdom taking the loss of Milana?" I demanded, trying hard to ignore the towel wrapped around her head, the same one I had used hours ago.
Amity hesitated before responding cautiously, "As expected, Luna. They are devastated. The knowledge that Camille and Dimitri are mates is practically an open secret, so there have also been murmurs about what will become of their relationship now."
The satisfaction found me for a minute. At least, that was some good news.
"Good," I said with a smirk. "My plan was flawless, as always. Dimitri is completely destroyed. I'm sure he won't even be able to look at Camille the same anymore."
But Amity's keen observation didn't miss the tension in my expression. "You don't seem pleased, Luna. What's wrong?"
I let out a frustrated sigh, my facade crumbling for a moment. "There has been a complication. Camille."
Her face turned pale. "Your sister?"
My lips twisted in disgust. "You should watch your tongue more, Amity. That girl and I do not share blood."
"I apologize, Luna Eva."
I waved off her apology. "It doesn't matter now. What matters is how we handle this situation."
Amity's eyes widened with apprehension. "And what is the situation? Camille suspects you?"
"No. Camille is convinced we killed Milana. I don't know how she found out. But she is dead set on proving to everyone that we are murderers. We cannot have that. Can we?"
Amity seemed almost defeated. But she was full of wits. I watched her wear back the mask she unintentionally dropped.
"No. We cannot have that." She replied.
I paced the room, my thoughts swirling like a whirlwind. There were still no bright ideas on how to throw Camille off.
"I would say we need to tread carefully. But it's clear to me now that Camille is not the weak pick-me from five years ago. I'd be a fool to underestimate someone like her. It pains me to admit it. But she can be clever, resourceful, and even with the damage we've done, she might still have the Lycan king wrapped around her finger. All she has to do is make an enemy of us. So, we have to make three moves before she can make her first move."
Amity nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So, what's our next move?"
"You observe," I declared. "We wait and observe. Camille may have the upper hand for now, but she doesn't know the extent of my plans. We'll use that to our advantage."
Amity nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting a mixture of worry and plastic determination. "Understood, Luna. I'll keep a close eye on her and report any developments."
"Good," I replied, a glimmer of satisfaction returning to me. "You should get on that now. Something tells me she would have gotten to work. Find out what she is up to and check up on Hector, too. If Camille has already seen me as an enemy, the fool will be on a list."
Amity nodded. "Sure thing, Luna Eva." She said as she rushed back into the bathroom.
When she stepped out, she was dressed in the servant's apparel. I did notice the towel was nowhere to be found. So I asked.
"Amity? Where is the towel you had on your head and the robe?"
Amity turned to me. "I returned them once I was done with cleaning."
I nodded. "Put them in the bin. I'm sure they are filthy now."
Amity itched her neck as if she was confused. "I will take them to the laundry once I am done watching Camille—"
"No need. Just toss it in the bin." I insisted.
She dared to look hurt. I watched her go into the bathroom and retrieve the towel and robe from the bathroom before tossing it into the bin.
"Happy?" I heard her mouth as she made her way to the door.
I would have her credit. She did have nerve.
"Amity?" I called out once more, my tone firm and commanding.
She turned to face me with what looked like defiance on her face. I must have been playing nice, too nice for the girl not to know her place in this world.
"You are my servant, and I am your Luna. I don't share spaces with Omegas, especially bathrooms. Goddess knows how long you've been using it without me knowing. The thought of it makes me want to vomit. Once you have gotten information about Camille, something tangible, come back with a new towel. The robe isn't something your likes can get anywhere, so leave that to me. But make sure this never happens again. If you are in my bathroom, it is to clean it, not use it. Got that?"
Amity's defiance melted into submission as she nodded quickly. "Yes, Luna Eva. I understand."
"Good," I smiled, my tone dismissive. "Now go and do your duty."
The second Amity stepped out of the room, my cell rang.
I flipped it open and took a peek. A chuckle escaped me as I realized it was Dorian Legrand, father of the now-late Milana.
An idea immediately struck me.
I picked up the call.
"Hello?" The tremble in my voice shocked even me.
"Hello, Eva. I've been trying to call Milana and Dimitri all morning. She sent me a really scary text, and I'm concerned for her state of mind. What's going on?"
"Mr. Legrand, Mi— I'm sorry. I wish I had seen the signs. I wish I had been awake with her last night. Maybe she wouldn't have..."
"Wouldn't have... I'm confused... Could you just reach out to Milana and ask her to call me back?"
"I am sorry you had to find out this way," I stated. "But Milana killed herself, Mr. Legrand."