Chapter 246

Camila Harrington felt like she was stuck in a dream—a long, never-ending dream. In that dream, she saw Prescott Ellington. He was pouring his heart out to her, saying he loved her—only her, always her, not some stand-in. Just her, Camila. He wore a crisp white shirt and black pants, looking heartbreakingly handsome. He kissed her deeply and she lost herself in it, drowning in him. But just as she closed her eyes to respond to his kiss, everything shifted. His expression changed. The warmth vanished from his eyes. He stared at her like she was a stranger, his gaze cold and distant. It terrified her. She struggled desperately, trying to get away from this nightmare. The vision shattered, and suddenly she was falling, like dropping off a cliff into darkness with no end. "Master, she’s shaking all over—come quick!" Emma Fletcher held Camila tightly as her body convulsed, shouting with tears in her eyes. "Hold her steady. I need to insert a few needles," Master commanded, his voice tense,