Chapter 187

Griffin's POV 

I was in the midst of a deep sleep when the faint sound of whispering pulled me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the room. 

For a moment, I thought it had been part of a dream, but the murmuring continued, barely audible, drifting through the air like a ghostly presence.

I instinctively reached for Camila beside me, expecting to find her there, but my hand brushed against the cold sheets. She was gone. I sat up, scanning the room, but there was no sign of her. 

My heart quickened, suspicion stirring in my gut. I got up silently, padding barefoot across the room to check the bathroom. Nothing. 

It wasn’t until I reached the door that I heard her voice, hushed and conspiratorial, coming from the direction of the guest room. My blood ran cold as I crept closer, careful not to make a sound.

“…he thinks he’s so clever,” Camila’s voice said, low but clear. “But I’ve