Zion’s POV
I took a step closer after I stood up to walk to her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Then tell me," I urged, my voice low. "Tell me everything, and we can figure this out together."
I was still hopeful that she would tell me the truth I was so badly trying to know, but instead, she just recoiled slightly, pushing back from me as if my words were a physical blow. "Figure this out?" she repeated, her voice laced with suspicion.
“You think it's that simple?" she asked me, pushing her brows up.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t, but still…
"Nothing about this is simple, Cam," I acknowledged, my use of the nickname slipping out again. "I know and I admit that, but it's necessary. For Zion, for you, for me. We can't just ignore this. You can’t expect me to ignore it and just go back home
