Chapter 41

Farren's Point of View

"You snuck into Camilo's room? Why would you do that?" Isabelle shrieked. Her eyes were wide. Mouth in an O. She was halfway up with her pants. Dark brown ones that went up to her waist. The disbelief on her face was riveting.

I had never been the unpredictable type before. It was thrilling to a degree.

"I spoke to my sister and she said I should," I admitted. Clasped my hands behind my back as I watched her. Her frown would cause wrinkles, I was sure of it.

"I doubt she meant in the middle of the night!" She finished doing up her pants. Tugged on the silk white blouse she had paired with it. Next came her riding boots. Also in dark leather. She claimed they were the most comfortable boots she owned. And we were planning on walking a while today.

"No. I don't think she meant right at that moment but I still went."

"And things went to shit, from the look of my brother this morning. Like someone had plucked one of his teeth whilst he was still awake. Ev