CAMILLA’S POV
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The anger in Jared’s eyes are clear, the darkness swirling in his orbs are mixed with challenge. He isn’t going to enjoy chasing me, but how can I just follow him? How can I just listen to him explain himself out of a murder? “I want to go to my place,” I demand, waiting for him to tell me it’s fine, but his hand drops as he tilts his head, staring at me with defeat. “Cami, you know me,” he frowns, sounding offended that I believe he killed a man, but how could I not when all the evidence is in front of me?
“No, I don’t.” I shake my head in disbelief. I thought I did…I thought I knew him, but now I’m unsure. “I am still me,” he throws his hands out, looking defeated. “You killed this man!” I yell, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “If you knew what he did, y
