CHAPTER 142A MARCH OF MADNESS ALEXANDERJust before Camille could hit the floor, I caught her. Her knees buckled, her body folding inward like a house of cards. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. She was shaking, not from crying… at least not yet. She was just trembling, her breath coming in short rapid gasps."No," she kept saying. "No, no, no."Isabella stood beside us with her hand on Camille's back, her voice low and steady. "Breathe, Camille. Just breathe.""He wouldn't—he said he cared about me—he said—" Her words dissolved into a wheeze. She was beginning to hyperventilate as her chest heaved while her fingers clawed at my shirt."Camille, look at me." I cupped her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out."She tried… failed… and tried again."That's it. Again."Slowly, the gasps softened and the trembling eased. She was still pale and fragile, but she was breathing."We need to get her to her room," Isabella said.Noddin
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