Kendall
As soon as Camden leaves, I run upstairs to Elora’s room, banging wildly on the door.
She comes to the door with her hair mussed and her eyes squinted since she hasn’t put in her contacts yet, glaring at me.
“It’s seven in the goddamn morning, Kendall,” she complains, but then she sees the look on my face and stills. “What happened?”
“Camden just left,” I babble. “He went after Marco.”
Her green eyes widen. “Oh no, he f*****g didn’t,” she curses, walking past me and running almost right into Dante. “How could you let him leave?”
Dante shrugs. “I’m not his keeper.”
“Don’t give me that,” she hisses. “You know going after Marco right now is suicide—”
“Don’t claim to tell me what I know, Elora Andretti,” Dante says in a low voice, channeling his capo attitude, and I swallow ha
