CAMILLA
I hated myself.
No matter how hard I tried to focus, on my training, on the Pack's growing territory disputes, even on my damn coffee, I couldn’t stop replaying the night before.
Every sharp touch, every growled word from Rhysand echoed in my skull like a curse. It wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wasn’t supposed to let him touch me like that. Use me like that and yet…
Goddess, my body betrayed me.
The way his hands had pinned me, the way I’d arched into him instead of pulling away, it made my stomach twist.
I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve walked away the moment his lips crashed onto mine. But I didn’t and now I was left with a memory that was equal parts shame and unbearable heat.
I scrubbed the inside of my mug with more force than necessary, standing at the Pack hous
