Chapter 275

Camila Harrington finally went quiet, letting Prescott Ellington pull her along toward the elevator. She could tell—he definitely wasn’t playing around this time. Her only reason for showing up here was to help Ian Stone. No matter what Prescott did now, she had to put up with it… just long enough to get Ian out. After that? She was gone, for good. Prescott walked fast, and in just a few steps, they were inside the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, he reached over and yanked off that stupid mask on her face. Her stunning features—now even more striking than before—were laid bare in the glaring light, and Prescott’s eyes locked onto her like she was the only thing in the world. He froze a second, totally distracted by how beautiful she’d gotten. Her skin was paler now, with this unreal, smooth glow to it, like she’d been dipped in milk and honey. Without thinking, he reached out and gently brushed her cheek. Softer than silk—so soft it kind of messed with his head. He couldn’t s