Chapter 168

Camilla's POV:

“I’m going to have to clear out?” He raised one black eyebrow.

“This has been my home for a century and a half. Why do I have to leave it?”

“Because.” I was getting really mad.

Mostly because I was so hot, and I wanted to open a window, but the windows were behind him, and I didn’t want to get that close to him.

“This is my room. I’m not sharing it with some dead cowboy.”

That got to him. He slammed his foot back down on the floor—hard—and stood up.

I instantly wished I hadn’t said anything. He was tall, way taller than me, and in my ankle boots

“I am not a cowboy,” he informed me angrily.

He added something in Spanish in a whisper, but since I had always taken French,

I had no idea what he was saying. At the same time, the blue mirror hanging over my new dressing table started to shake dangerously on the hook that held it to the wall.

This was not due, to a California earthquake, but to the agitat