Camila’s POV
I lingered at the door of Zion’s office, think in sss v and out a hundred and one ways to tell him what I was about to, and none of it sounded good in my head.
It wasn't until I had offered Dylan the liberty to stay here for the few days she would’ve stayed for that I realized that I should have spoken with Zion first. Maybe now, I wouldn’t have to stand out here like someone who had stolen something and wanted to report herself.
I sighed, then I closed my eyes briefly before I knocked on the door. I waited for a moment before I heard the voice behind the door told me to come on in.
Grabbing the doorknob, I walked into his office, and I froze. Unlike I had expected, Zion wasn’t at his seat behind his desk, he was standing at his window, with both of his hands spread ove
