Chapter Ninety Three

Camille’s POV

I didn’t wait to see if Theo followed. I turned, walked to the door, and pulled it open like I was tearing a seam. The night air hit my face, cold, wet, honest. Behind me, his footsteps came fast.

“Camille,” he said, low, a warning and a plea. “It’s late. Stay. We’ll talk in the morn...