Chapter 162

CAMILLA’S P.O.V

I didn’t go out to see the people, it was a fool’s mission. I figured the best thing to do was to ignore them and they would leave but by the next morning, they were still there. According to the I from the guards, the line had increased

reports HEF considerably and a few of them had slept there overnight. It was insane to say the least and it didn’t matter how many people came out to tell them that I couldn’t heal them, no one wanted to listen to it.

If I was being honest, I didn’t blame them, they

were terrified and this was the only slither of hope that they had. It was cruel to rip it away from them but it was a from them but it was a

necessary evil. They were too disruptive and they were causing a lot of concerns around the palace. Even the elders were worried, that much was obvious the moment they called Ryker and I for another emergency meeting.

“You have to find a way to get rid of them,” one of them said. He tried to hide it but he was tapping his feet anxiously and wringing his fingers. “They cannot be allowed to stand there for so long. If they stay, they will overpower us.”

“What do you suggest I do?” I asked folding my hands in my lap. “I cannot just throw them away. I am one woman, and I don’t have the capabilities to heal them.”

“Don’t you?” he asked and I raised a brow.

“Is there something that you are insinuating?”

“How did the man get healed so quickly? We know you could heal people from the time of the vampires. You have been suspiciously quiet about your abilities since then. You know how to heal them, why don’t you just do as they ask and get it over with?”

I stretched out my hand to him. “If you want to take the blood right out of my veins then go ahead but I hate to tell you that it will do you no good. My powers died with the vampire king. They were given to me specifically to outsmart and thwart him. The moment he died, there was no use for it anymore.”

It was a huge bluff but one that I was willing to take. Under the table, I felt Ryker slide his hand over my thigh. It was a simple gesture but one that meant the world to me. I kept my eyes fixed on the elder almost taunting him to say something. He was quiet for a full minute before sighing.

“We need to find something else then, something to make them believe that they are healed. Perception can be a far greater tool than reality,” he offered. “If you

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could just pretend to heal them, if you could bless them then maybe they will leave.”

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“And then what?” asked. “What happens when they return to their homes and they are not healed? What happens when they realize that it was nothing but a sham? They will turn on,

and I will be the brunt of their anger. Angry people make for terrible subjects and I will not be the center of a mob’s rage. Feel free to do it if you want.”

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