Zion’s POV
I sat there in the street where I slowed down to a stop as soon as I saw Beverly slapped Camila, and I watched from there more out of waiting for what she would do.
She looked at her in surprise, and then she asked what she had done to deserve the slap she had just received.
I was really angry, and I hated the fact that Camila wasn’t doing anything. I had to stay in the car, to be sure that I wasn’t going to do anything I might regret if I went into the house, before I drove up to the house.
And by this time, she had already allowed Camila in, so I had to ring the bell and waited for someone to come open the door.
“Hey, Zion.” Beverly said with an overtly sweet smile as she opened the door and saw it was me and I wanted to say or do something to wipe off that silly smil
