Chapter 206

Camila had been out cold for nearly four hours. The plane wasn't one of Prescott's usual private jets, a bit cramped in comparison, and not exactly the most comfortable spot to crash. But she wasn't the type to make a fuss-especially after surviving a wreck at sea. She wasn't going to nitpick comfort at this point. She rubbed at her sore neck and shoulders as she carefully got up from the narrow single bed. The moment her heel knocked against a nearby metal pole, she hissed from the sudden jolt of pain. That's when she noticed the swelling on her foot. Guess part of it was from her heels, but the bruising definitely came from the whole chaos on the cruise ship. The ache slowly dulled, and she tried to shrug it off. She was about to head to the bathroom to quickly wash up when the cabin door swung open and Prescott strolled in, calm and tall as ever. "Did you get some rest?" he asked, making his way toward her. Camila offered a relaxed smile. "Yeah, more or less. Where are we now? How m