Chapter 71

Bellatrix's mood had done a total three sixty after meeting Cillian and the fact that the encounter with him left a bitter taste in her mouth, was an understatement. It had been quite some time since she had seen someone as ridiculously entitled as Cillian. So, with a scowl etched into the fine lines of her face, Bellatrix stormed back into her residence, silently fuming as she made her way upstairs and towards her bedroom. Her skin still tingled and burned in a way she didn't like, all evidence that Cillian had laid his filthy hands on her and Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to rid herself of his scent and touch. So, as soon as she got to her room, she stripped from her current attire and walked straight into her bathroom. The shower was quick and cold, the type that would leave one freezing, but for Bellatrix, she couldn't seem to feel the cold, her body burning from the anger that coursed through her. But the longer she stood in the cold, the more the anger slowly began to wash a