Kendall
I meet Elora in the dining room with a plate in front of her and sit down next to her.
“You need to eat something,” Elora says, but my stomach feels funny after talking to Camden.
“Elora ,” I say seriously. “I need to talk to you.”
She looks up at me from her plate of fruit and slides it to me. “Okay, but you should eat.”
I take a piece of honeydew and eat it slowly, and it does make my stomach feel better.
“This thing with Camden,” I start, and she waves her hand dismissively.
“I’m not upset with you or anything, babes,” she says easily. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“That’s the thing, though,” I argue quietly. “I want to be able to make my own mistakes. I know that I’m not very experienced and that you are, but you make lots of mistakes.”
Elora scoffs. “Tell me
