Chapter 264

The anesthesia had worn off. Camila Harrington's long lashes fluttered slightly. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard a raspy male voice—clearly talking on the phone—getting closer with each word. Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she kept her eyes shut and played dead. But her ears? Wide open. "Don’t worry, Sheikh Omar. She’s fine. We got her by surprise and gave her a heavy dose of anesthesia. She won’t be waking up for another three or four days. Yes, we’re already in the Persian Gulf. Almost there." The voice and footsteps slowly drifted away. Camila waited, listening carefully. When the footsteps were far enough, she cautiously opened her eyes. She found herself lying on a crammed metal bunk. Judging by the setup, it was either a submarine or a small vessel. Apparently, they were super confident in the drug—they hadn’t even bothered tying her up. Just tossed her on the bed. She stayed still, scanning the tight space. Once she was sure there was no one else arou