|Carmella|
The scene before me caught me completely off guard.
The fiery intensity radiating from Camilla was unlike anything I’d ever seen. This wasn’t the broken, haunted woman who had escaped just hours ago, nor the fragile figure I had been cautiously navigating alongside for days. She was transformed—fierce, unyielding, dangerous. She wasn’t just angry; she was rage personified, a storm ready to unleash its wrath on the man who had tried to destroy her time and time again.
And I could feel it—the killing intent emanating from her. It was palpable, crackling in the air like a storm about to break.
“Marcus,” she growled, her voice low and trembling with barely contained fury. Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. With
