Sofia

The steam from the shower filled the bathroom, turning the mirror into a clouded, weeping sheet of glass. I turned the tap off and wrapped a towel around myself, staring at my reflection. I let out a deep, shuddering breath. What have I done?

By trying to use Louis as a buffer against my desire for Luca, I had inadvertently opened a door I now desperately needed to shut. Louis had tasted rebellion, and he liked it. He had stepped into my room feeling entitled. I had to fix this, or my ...