Amelia's POV...
I can't believe Lucian just did this.
Yes, the noise from upstairs has calmed now. Finally. But if you'd heard it—if you'd stood in this hallway and listened to what I listened to—you'd know.
The walls in this house are thick, but not thick enough. Not nearly thick enough. I heard the moans. I heard her—that girl—screaming his name like she owned him. Like she had any right.
That fool. That Camilla. She does not deserve my brother.
What reasonable person would have sex so wildly? So animalistically? I could hear them. Every sound. Vivid. Disgusting. The way she screamed, the way he groaned—my brother, wounded, bandaged—and she just kept going.
Was she stupid? Did she forget he was shot? That he's lying in that bed with bandages and IVs and God knows what else? That the doctors said he needed rest, needed quiet, needed to heal?
