Chapter 122

I wander listlessly around the club, picking my nails and watching the floor without much interest. Angst is my new current mood, and I find breathing hard with the weight that has settled on my chest. The hours have been dragging so slowly that it feels like time has stopped, and I’m obsessively clock-watching like a freak. My mind is unable to stay with my task at hand.

“Miss Camilla… Camilla?” Jackson is following me again, and I look at him as though he has two heads, unsure why he incessantly repeats my name. He has been like a suffocating shadow all evening, and I don’t usually get this irritated with him.

“What?” I snap, that inner turmoil making me cranky.

“You’re pacing like a mindless bot… maybe you should have a break?” Jackson has been attentive to my anxious pacing all night, overly aware of my sensitive mood and snappy tone with the staff.

I can’t help it—it’s now well after eleven, and Alexi has not returned, not replied to any of my texts and