44: Looks Like Hell

Camilla I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped into the familiar confines of the mansion. This last moments had been so exhausting, like just this morning, things were already tough, and trust me, brother, all I wanted to do was collapse on the couch and forget about the world for a while. Because I think that was going to make me feel relieved. Yeah, I think so. Making my way to the living room, I did just that, sinking into the plush cushions with a contented groan. "You look like hell," Austin remarked, strolling into the room. He had his eyes fixed on me, and only those looks could tell how this brother of mine was somehow making fun of me. But okay, cool though. "Gee, thanks," I retorted, playfully rolling my eyes. "It's been one of those days. Man, I feel so messed up." "You feel like shit?" "Exactly." I snapped my fingers. "Well, I guess that's the right word to use." He chuckled, taking a seat next to me on the couch. "What happened? Did you have a run-in with the ex ag