*Harper*
I had wanted to leave the room when he made the phone call, but at the same time, I wanted to see what was said. Cam had laid my head back into his lap, and his fingers worked into my hair the edge of his nails very lightly scratching my scalp.
"With my wards' help, she suggests we meet to clear the air. I do not agree with her, but she is very persistent..." I heard her say something over the line, but I couldn't quite make out the words. His face turned hard and his hands tightened on my hair. I wiggled under him in discomfort and he released almost immediately.
"No." Was his only response and he went back to running his fingers through my hair. I looked back up at him with curiosity.
'Trust me you are better off not knowing.'
