Chapter 123

Paul pulled up fast, lowering his window and calling out, "Miss Harrington, hop in!" He wasn't any less worried about Prescott than Camila was. Beckett had only just called to tell him Prescott had relapsed, and Paul immediately dropped everything to rush over. Camila gave him a quick nod, yanked open the car door, and jumped in. In the dim lighting, her face looked shockingly pale. She was terrified-afraid that Prescott might have forgotten her all over again. With trembling fingers, she touched the bruise on her neck, letting out a quiet sigh. Sometimes she wondered if she owed Prescott something from a past life-maybe that's why this one felt like repayment. Paul glanced over, didn't say a word, just started the engine. The car sped off, vanishing into the city lights. Across the street from Imperial Crest Hotel, Bella was standing still, her long, loose curls cascading down her back, giving her that effortlessly sexy vibe. She frowned, staring toward the corner of the street. Momen