Chapter 210

During dinner, Prescott didn't even touch his fork. His deep, inky eyes were locked onto Camila sitting across from him, not blinking once. His gaze was intense, serious, and mixed with something more-something too tangled to put into words. "Why aren't you eating? And why are you just staring at me like that?" Camila set down her fork, clearly uncomfortable under his stare. Did she eat too much? Or did she look especially messy while eating tonight? She honestly couldn't tell. Maybe she really was too hungry, because tonight she was going at it hard-two bowls in, and she was still ready for more. Usually, one was more than enough. "I'm not hungry," Prescott replied coolly, but his gaze still lingered on her face. Back at Theron's lab, what he found out about his condition had really shaken him. He was terrified of completely turning into someone else. What would happen to Camila then? What about him? What if he ended up hurting her? She loved him so much. If he did something awful to