Rachel’s pov
I entered my penthouse apartment and threw my leather handbag onto the foyer table with a loud thud. I got home angry, my blood still boiling from the chaotic scene in the private wing of the hospital, but I was also kind of relieved that I managed to slap the hell out of Camilla.
The memory of my hand connecting with her face brought a small, dark satisfaction to my chest, so that part of the morning was perfectly fine. But I was also angry that Vincent didn't believe my warnings about Camilla's true nature. Despite his returned memory and his recent apologies, he was still shielding that woman from the consequences of her actions.
I walked into the living room, Levi was sitting on the kitchen island, reading corporate shipping reports on his electronic tablet. He looked
