Chapter 20

Both of them froze for a second, but Camila reacted first. Her eyes flicked toward the phone ringing nonstop on the nightstand. Without a word, she shoved Prescott away and quickly scooted to the far end of the bed, not bothering to see the expression on his face. She whispered carefully, "Uh... your phone's ringing..." But inside, she wanted to slap herself. Seriously, how did she forget to check the nightstand last night? His phone was literally right there! Such a great chance to call her parents, tell them she was okay... totally wasted. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got. Prescott narrowed his dark eyes, and the sunlight streaming in made his expression look even more cold and dangerous. He shot Camila a sharp look. It sent a chill down her spine, and she instinctively yanked the blanket up as she curled against the wall, like she was hiding from a burglar. Her wide eyes stared at him without blinking, full-on guarded mode activated. Prescott wasn't having it.