Dante
One deep breath was all it would take to bring my body in contact with Camila. My new favorite scent, that of cinnamon, was already invading my senses. While I'd done my best to keep my distance on the plane, now she was close enough that I could inhale her scent, sweet and cinnamon with the tempting aroma of innocence. Dario would say my thoughts were inappropriate. They were, and if I lingered in this position much longer, they would become even more inappropriate. The issue was that ever since I first heard of the invasion, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Camila was my first thought. Her safety. Her youth. Her beauty. Her standing within the cartel. I'd seen too many injustices in all my years on earth to not understand the horrible fate that could have awaited her.
My thou
