Perilous

Chapter Twelve

Perilous

Chapter Twelve

Zach POV

Jonas and I locked eyes, realizing what had happened.

"Fuck."

I ran into Cam and my suite to see her shoving things into her suitcase.

"Cammie, there you a- what a minute. What are you doing?" I asked.

Cammie sniffed, lugging her bag into the bathroom and shoving her things inside with no care for organization- makeup, shampoo, contacts. She was packing. And she was packing fast.

"Getting the hell out of here," She growled, fighting with the zipper.

"Dammit," Cam muttered as tugged on it with all her might. "Dammit!"

She shouted as she kicked the huge bag, standing.

Cammie turned to me and pointed a finger at me. "I knew this was a bad idea! I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have stayed! You know what my plan was, huh? You know?"

I just shook my head, too stunned to speak.

"I was going to run, Zach! I was going to run! I was going to die my hair red, get some freaking grey contacts, break into the accounts of several billionaires, and withdraw a shit ton of cash. Create a fake name, fake accounts, all of it. Then I was going to move to Scotland! And you know what I was going to do in Scotland, Zach? Hm?"

I shrugged, deciding to let her ride out this episode. I would calm her down and get her in bed when it was over. It would be okay. She would calm down, she would cry a bit, then fall asleep, right?. And then I would wake her up from her nightmares, get her back to sleep. And I would wake up in the morning to watch the gorgeous woman I was falling for as she rested, then we would go out and catch the bad guys, right? I desperately hoped so.

"Farm pumpkins, Zach! I was going to become a fucking pumpkin farmer! I was going to build a nice little stone cottage away from civilization on a grassy hill overlooking a river or some shit like that, carve me out a nice piece of land, and farm pumpkins." Cammie breathed heavily, swallowing hard as tears filled her eyes. Her voice cracked. "I know it's pathetic, but I was content with it. At least I would be safe, you know? That was my plan. And it was a good one too."

She stalked towards me brought her fists down on my chest, not hard enough to leave lasting damage but hard enough to sting. "But then you came along! And you wanted to take me to the Director and then the Director started talking about your mom and your fucked up twin brother and you looked all dejected and I felt sorry for you. You know? I really did. It was fine, you know? We were going to kill them and then I could go build my damn pumpkin farm. But then guess what? The Director offered me a job and I actually considered!"

Cam threw her hands up. "My dumbass actually considered! And then you remembered me." She shook her head. "You remembered me. You came to my hotel and you know what you said? Cammie. You said Cammie. And you didn't just say it like it was a random name you picked up on the street. You said it like you knew me. Like you cared about me. And I lost it. But then you explained and I remembered. And then you taught me how to laugh again and how to smile again and how to actually mean the words that came out of my mouth and you taught me how to not hate the world, just like you did when we met when we were kids! And then you!"

She hit my chest again.

"You took me to the base where we first met and you started talking about rebuilding it as an estate and us living there together and it being our place. You got me all caught up in wishful thinking!"