Chapter 331

At night, Camila Harrington lay in bed wide awake. Prescott Ellington’s earlier phone call—with that thinly veiled threat—kept echoing in her head: if she didn’t bring Lottie back by 7 a.m., he’d lose his temper, and she’d have to deal with whatever came next... The clock had long since ticked past that deadline. Would he really flip out? Just thinking about his notorious temper made her chest tighten. She tossed and turned restlessly until the sky outside began to lighten, and only then did exhaustion finally pull her into a shallow sleep. --- “Sir, that building up ahead is the Obsidian Chamber headquarters. Shouldn’t we maybe…” Beckett Fraser started, but trailed off fast when Prescott shot him a sharp glance. “Relax. I’m not going in,” Prescott said coolly, eyes locked on the imposing structure in the distance. The dim streetlights cast long shadows, throwing his tall, lean frame into stark relief, making him look even more dangerous and unapproachable. Sure, he wanted nothing more