Chapter 139

Nighttime. A clear sky, with just a few scattered stars. Camila had just taken a shower and was lazily combing through her damp hair. Since the afternoon, she hadn't seen Prescott at all. Dinner? She ate alone. Paul had already left the estate. Beckett and Willa dined elsewhere, not at the main house. And Theron? He always stayed holed up in the lab-someone delivered his meals like clockwork. Thinking about Prescott turning and walking away coldly earlier made her feel all kinds of off. She didn't even know what was going on with herself-acting all restless and unsure. Sure, it was her who turned him down, but when Prescott left without even looking back, her chest tightened. It hurt more than she wanted to admit. She felt like she wasn't even acting like herself anymore. Her phone, lying on the table, vibrated before the ringtone kicked in. Camila took a breath, trying to calm her messy thoughts, and picked it up. It was her mom calling. She swiped to answer. "Mom..." "Camila, why hav