Ophelia’s POV:
"Go into the bathroom, get dressed. I’ll go see."
Damon’s voice was clipped, the tender haze of the last hour replaced by a jagged edge. My gut was churning, a cold knot forming.
I didn't move for a second, watching him tuck himself in and pull on a shirt before walking over to the bedroom door.
I had a bad feeling that the woman’s shrill scream might have echoed enough to wake Valeria. "Can you go check on Ria?" I asked, my voice slightly breathless.
Damon nodded once before stepping out into the hallway.
I hurried into the bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; my lips were swollen, my skin flushed, and my hair was a wild nest. I looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly claimed. I turned on the shower, taking
