CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

~ Stephano

I had been buried in paperwork when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that made my pen pause mid-signature.

Ah.

I didn’t need to look up.

I already knew.

Camilla.

Fuming. Seething. Probably vibrating with so much rage she could power the goddamn building if I hooked her up to a generator. I exhaled in a slow and measured manner, letting my fingers linger on the contract I had been reviewing before finally, lazily, lifting my gaze to meet hers.

And fuck if she wasn’t a sight.

Dark eyes flashing, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly at her sides that...