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Nico POV

Camila walks into the room. I look up from the table. I just wrapping the last bandage around the wound. It should stop bleeding by now, but for some reason, I still wasn't satisfied.

I had to admit that Jasmine had been pretty bold back then, but what scared me was that I enjoyed every bit of it. And then she just had to return to the innocent little girl that was frightened of me. That was the part that I don't like.

"What do you want?" I ask.

Camila doesn't respond. Instead, she walks over to me and gives me a questioning look, tilting her head to one side.

Once again, she's beautifully dressed in a pale blue satin dress that stops a little way down her knees and frames her curves perfectly.

Once again, she's complete elegance and grace. The perfect picture, the goddamn perfect wife. Once again, I don't feel any hint of attraction to her. Not the slightest bit of desire.

And I don't even hate myself for it. It is like I've always known that my heart is already sealed