Kaya
I've been sitting in the chair for a while now, but Camilla hasn't spoken again. With her eyes fixed firmly on the chessboard, she looks almost surreal—calm, demure, small. So unlike the Luna I once knew.
I consider saying something, anything, to puncture the thick tension that's been pressing in around us, but I don't need to. With a sharp, sudden inhale, she finally lifts her eyes to mine and exhales in a weary sigh.
"It's a drug," she murmurs, leaning forward slightly, as though urging me to take a closer look at her. "It makes you slow… and a bit stupid."
I nod, even though I've already pieced it together myself. My wolf is suppressed—aconite runs through my veins—and the heavy fog clouding my head can only mean more toxins in my system.
"How long have you been here? And... why?"
Silence again––I don't think she wants to talk about this, and I kind of get why.
"Are you going to make the first move or not?"
