Those Aren't Tears...

But even though Nina and Abigaille were holding back, Camila, who was now fully aware of the envious gazes drilling into her from Nina and Abigaille, found herself enjoying the moment even more.

Normally, she wasn't the type to be so openly smug, but seeing the way the two of them were forced to hold back, fidgeting in place while trying to mask their frustration, sent a thrill through her.

And because of that, she only doubled down.

Her fingers moved even softer through Kafka's hair, her touch featherlight as she whispered sweet reassurances into his ear, her voice warm, soothing, and utterly sickeningly tender.

"There, there, sweetheart." She said in a soothing tone, letting her nails gently scratch at his scalp. "You've been through a lot today, haven't you? It's okay. Just let it all out."

Kafka let out a muffled sniffle against her shoulder, and Camila nearly grinned. Perfect.