Chapter 42. Camila

Scott

“What is it? What’s going on?” I could hear the words but my brain wouldn’t process them. I was mad at everyone and everything, especially myself. I tossed my phone and sat down, contemplating what was going to happen from here.

“Prepare, we’re heading back to London.” I muttered.

“What? Now? We just—”

“Do as I said, damnit!” I roared in frustration. We just got here. I wanted this to be a fun little escape for both of us but things changed.

I heard her retreating footsteps. I stayed up, sipping alcohol, wondering how I was going to face my best friend. It has to be done. I don’t even see any reason why I should keep hiding.

He would want me to stay away from his daughter and probably put me in a cell, as he should. I deserve it. Would I be able to stand being apart from Eliana? This obsession was taking over my sanity, my principles. Still, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. As much as I’d try to deny it, this was more t