Chapter 270

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Camila Harrington couldn’t even lift her head. Curled up against the wall, her body was wracked with pain, every nerve crying out. Then, a sharp tug—someone yanked her hair hard. It hurt like hell, but she didn’t even have the strength to cry out. Her lids felt like lead, her face drained of all color, looking like she could pass out any second. “Well, aren’t you something? Almost made a run for it. But too bad, you still ended up in my hands.” Tina Waters stared down at Camila, her expression twisted with satisfaction. But that wasn’t nearly enough for her. She wanted to crush her completely—make her beg for death and not get it. Tina kept yanking Camila by the hair, dragging her down the stairs without a trace of pity. But after just a few steps, Tina stopped cold. Her eyes locked onto Camila’s legs. She was wearing light-wash jeans, and under the pale moonlight, Tina could see it clearly—blood. Her face darkened as a thought stru