Chapter 134
Daphne POV
I have a headache. Probably due to the flash from the cameras. I take some painkillers and close my eyes as Julie drives us back to the estate.
Each time I pass through those massive gates, I find myself clicking my tongue. The Castellano estate is as extravagant as it is cold. It's a symbol, really—of power, of old money, of blood polished to shine.
I head straight to my room. Estela isn't there.
Good. I need five minutes to peel the day off me.
I take a quick shower, letting the water scald the headache from my skull.
When I step out, towel slung low on my hips, she's there.
"You're back?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say, blinking at her.
She's so… unfair.
Just a tank top. Just shorts. But it's obscene. Effortless. She looks like sin, lounging near the window, backlit by golden light.
I fear I will have a lot of blood on my hands for this woman.
I cross the room and tug her gently toward the bed.
