Orpheus's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with a hint of anger. "It was, but I stopped feeling the pain when I realized it was their fault. They were the ones who wanted me to become something no one has heard of I didn't want to be an hybrid."
Just then, Orpheus's head snapped up, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. "Raymond is here," he said, his voice low and urgent.
Camilla's eyes widened, her heart racing with anticipation. They quickly dressed, their movements swift and silent.
As they finished, Raymond knocked on the door, his voice firm and commanding. "Orpheus, we need to talk."
Orpheus's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the door. "Come in, Raymond," he said, his voice cold and detached.
Raymond entered, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Camilla. "Orpheus, I found something. Lyra's not who she says she is."
