~Camila POV~
When dawn broke through the curtains, I heard the sound of fabric rustling. I lifted my head from the pillow, the sheets tangled around me, and saw Armand standing by the mirror, buttoning his shirt with slow, precise fingers. His expression was unreadable, his gaze avoiding mine.
I sat up, hair falling over my face. "Where are you going?"
He paused, his shoulders tightening. "I need to meet with someone."
"Who?" I pressed. The unease in my chest tightened, but I refused to soften my tone.
"You can't know."
I scoffed, forcing a laugh even as bitterness bit my tongue. "I thought I satisfied you last night, going to see one of your whores?"
His jaw clenched, but he gave me no reply, without a word, he picked up his jacket, stepped into his shoes, and walked out. The sound of the door shutting was louder than thunder in my chest.
