Ava’s POV
As I carry the slightly crushed picnic basket back inside, I wonder if I should tell Cameron about Rachel sneaking around in the woods behind the packhouse. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about her, and not just because she wants my man and is willing to beat my ass over it.
A vivid memory of Chris grabbing my wrist this morning comes to mind. I slap my palm against my forehead.
I totally forgot to tell Cameron! He distracted me when he started telling me that he wanted to send me away…because he didn’t think I would be safe here…
Hmm.
On second thought, maybe I won’t tell him about Rachel and her Scary brother. He doesn’t need any more reasons to try to send me away, especially with yet another attack.
I feel a pang of worry when I think about Cameron running off a
