A Jilted Puppet

Camila was getting ready for Davenport's funeral in her room.

Well, she had been struggling with her clothes for almost twenty minutes.

She stopped for a moment to stare out her window, it was snowing today.

Paul was already dressed, he sat on her bed, looking exhausted.

"Cami, can you please pick a dress so we can go already?"

"Stop bugging me!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you okay, though?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Must be the stress." She lied, as she tied her hair. "The Slayer has killed two cops, nobody's safe anymore."

She put on her dress and turned around, hoping to change the subject.

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

"Are you kidding?"

Camila felt heat rushing up her cheeks as Paul's brown eyes stared at her in adoration.

"You look absolutely perfect."

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Julian was pacing around his room. He felt frustrated, he felt fooled and betrayed as he replayed Clarke's words in his head.