Chapter 142

The next morning, before dawn had even broken, Camila slipped out of Prescott's room. She wandered back to her own in a daze. After a quick wash, her face was pale and weary-clearly, she hadn't slept a wink all night. Standing stiff at the window, she stared blankly at the still-dark sky outside. That phone call from last night kept looping in her head like some sinister chant. She couldn't stop thinking about how Prescott had looked at her back at the Imperial Crest Hotel. It wasn't really her he was seeing in that moment, was it? It felt like he was thinking of someone else entirely through her. Could that woman on the phone last night be the real one in his heart? Back at the hospital in Nerehaven, he promised her everything-everything except love. That one word never crossed his lips. Maybe that's because he loved the woman on the other end of the line. And she... she was just a stand-in? That thought stabbed deep, making her chest ache like someone had jammed glass in there. Just