CAMILLA'S POV
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I head up to the room with shaky hands to grab my things, and everything looks the same as I left it. I grab my phone and the paper that’s on top of it, staring at the folded sheet with distaste. Please, don’t be real. I turn, freezing at the sight of Jared standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. His broad shoulders take up the entire space, and I stare blandly at him as I slide the paper away from his sight. I know he can be curious, but I never know when.
“What’s that?” his expression is bland, and the way he looks at me with such a dull expression makes me think that he’s going to murder me right this second, I mean…It wouldn’t be difficult. “Work,” I lie, shrugging it off and his eyebrow raises curiously, “Okay, but do you have a minute? To talk,” he explains
