CAMILE
By the next morning, I could barely feel my legs.
Not in a bad way. In a used, loose, pleasantly heavy way that made even turning over feel like effort. My body ached, but my mind felt lighter than it had in weeks.
Maybe months.
It was definitely not a bad idea to come to Italy with these men.
I woke up tangled in soft sheets that smelled faintly of Kael and Arlo, sunlight spilling lazily through sheer curtains. There was a cup on the nightstand beside me, the scent of Italian espresso filling the room
For the first time in forever, I actually wanted to get out of bed.
A note leaned against the cup, scrawled in Kael's neat handwriting.
Get Ready. We're taking you out. Dress is waiting. KXA
My eyes flicked to the foot of the bed, where a sleek black box waited, red ribbon-ti
