The words he was saying struck a cord with the witch and reminded her of the woman she was, the woman he knew. It had been years but she wasn't sure she could be that woman anymore. She had changed but fear kept her from sharing that. Instead, Camilla focused on how he called her his and tried to push the fear aside to see if she could fake it for him. No one wanted the broken girl. He wanted the vivacious woman who didn't care who she hurt or toyed with. He wanted the woman who's power was on par with her attitude and beauty, the woman who could be turned on at a single murmur from him, the one who burned bright and outshone everyone else. Where was she?
The blonde caught that hint of a smile and she glanced out the window for a moment before looking back at the mirror. She forced herself to inspect her face, making sure nothing was out of place. "I never said I doubted that," she replied, tucking a lock of hair back. "I asked why after all this time come and find me. It was more a curiosity about your timing." Camilla wished she believed that but she was putting on her mask and she glanced over at him. "It's not like we only broke up a few months ago. It's been years, Cas. Why now?"