CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

~ Camilla

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t call in sick because of Stephano. No way. Not after last night.

I refused to let him get into my head again. It was bad enough I had nearly let him pull my panties off in a bathroom like some hormonal teenager. I couldn’t handle hearing that dirty, vile mouth of his again. The things he said… God, my skin still crawled just thinking about it. I didn’t care how much heat that bastard had between my legs, I needed space.

I flopped back onto the bed, arms sprawled out like some sort of broken doll. Why did I always...