Washing the Blood

CAMILLA'S POV

Victor pushed himself up and swung his long, muscular legs over the edge of the mattress. His movements were smooth and unhurried. He didn't look like a man who had just taken his new wife's virginity in a brutal mafia consummation ritual. He looked relaxed.

I stayed flat against the mattress, pulling the cool air into my lungs. My eyes followed him. I traced the broad lines of hi