The Transference

C18

DAMIAN

She left. She went away without telling me. She left the school without telling me.

I knew something was up when she was being quiet after she left Father's office. It wasn't like Camille to be speechless, she always has something to say but she didn't do anything, and I thought she was having one of her bad days because of the obvious. Her friends tried to kill her. She wasn't in great terms with them and I figured she needed time to analyze and think about what happened since that's how she operates. I would have went after her to see if she was okay but she was– is angry at me and I didn't think she'd want to see me. So I left her alone, thinking it was the best thing to do.

Two minutes. I was waiting, counting in my head. When two minutes was up, I was going to knock on her door and try to be there for her as well as I could but she was gone. I was too late. At first, I thought she was in the bathroom because Camille wouldn't let me see her vulnerable. I gave her space until I noticed that her favorite backpack was missing.

I've been going out of my mind, thinking where she could have gone. We had no plans on the island and after our–after she almost kissed, we haven't talked to each other. I have no idea of her movement. I can't even begin to think where she might have gone because I have absolutely no idea what's going through her head. She doesn't have anywhere to go.

I barge into her room without knocking. My eyes almost missed her roommate and her mate cuddled up on her bed. She made Camille angry. I should have a talk with her about it but I'm afraid I'm on a schedule.

Stopping in front of her bed, I place both my hands on it, trying to see what I can. The first thing that comes to my mind is that her roommate and her mate already mated on this bed, which is messing up my sense of smell because I can't focus on anything else but the image of them mating.

I never lose focus, which was why El trusted me with her in the first place but ever since she left, I've been feeling somehow. My feelings has changed, and I'm afraid of admit it because it's making me weak and weakness is the only thing that I fear.

Where is she? Why did she leave? Was it because of what I said? Is she in trouble? Is she angry? Did she leave because I didn't kiss her back?

I hate that I can't figure this out. I hate that I care so much. I hate how lost I'm feeling right now because the thought of something happening to her is terrifying.

My fist on the sheet tighten when I can't even focus on the smell of her, but I know she was here because her scent is on the sheet.

Father asked some students to do a location spell but she isn't appearing anywhere, which means she's cloaked. It's clever for someone that doesn't want to be found but why would she cloak herself? It's almost as if she knows I will come after her and cloaking herself is a way of tell me she doesn't want me to. Camille is fighter. A fearless warrior. And that's what makes me feel things for her. She's also smart. She knew we'd come after her. And she doesn't want that.

Two thought comes to mind. First, she wants space. Second, she's looking for something or someone. I know Camille, I know her well but some things about her are still unclear. I understand that we all keep secrets but Camille is keeping something big.

I release my hold on the sheet and turn around, walking out. Just when I'm about to open the door, the friend decides to speak like she didn't see me barge in.

"Where are you going?" She demands.

I hate that tone. First, it's authoritative. Second, she reminds me of Camille.

Ignoring her, I proceed to turn the doorknob, letting myself out. "You're going after her," she says. At least she's smart. I don't like Jessica Cruz-William. Frankly, I don't like anyone but I only tolerate her because of Camille and also because she cares deeply for her. I know she'll die for Camille. She's just like me, bond by our duties.