# Kaira's POV

Camille rose from the couch, her eyes flickering between Jason and me.

"Give me the phone," she said, stretching her hand to get it from Jason, her expression was flat.

Jason gave her the phone. "Excuse me, please," she said, walking toward the front door before taking the call.

From my position, I could see how she was moving, her body language like someone stressed, and I couldn't stop worrying about her.

Jason was quiet.

I turned to look at him, and the expression he was ...