Camden
It’s nearing dusk by the time Kendall wakes up and she and Elora come down for dinner. I want to grab Kendall’s arm, pull her aside and talk to her, but what would I even say? It’s not like I’m willing to give up everything to be with her.
Am I?
My chest feels tight every time I think of her not being around. Worse still, the idea of us not being exclusive means that she might start seeing someone else, and that makes my stomach roll.
I’m just territorial. It doesn’t mean anything. I care about her, sure, we’ve been through a lot together, but it’s not love.
I don’t fall in love.
Dante and I have a couple of drinks before dinner and he catches me up on the search for Marco.
“He’s underground,” he says. “So far underground that even my toughest men don’t like to go looking fo
