~ Camilla

It was morning and I was sore.

The sound of the shower drowned out everything: my thoughts, my heartbeat, the faint thrum of nerves that had become my constant background noise since moving into Stephano Maddens’ mansion. The water was hot, and I wanted to melt into it, disappear under the hiss and steam, maybe wash off everything that had happened last night. Except, of course, that peace lasted all of fifteen seconds. The door opened. I turned, and my heart nearly stopped. Stephano stepped in like he owned the place, well, technically, he did, but the audacity still made my jaw drop. He was completely unbothered, towel...