Chapter 102

He didn't answer her, and his hand refused to let go. Camila tried to pull back, but the movement only made his hand tremble slightly-was he... scared? She froze, forgetting to struggle. His icy fingers gripped hers tightly, the touch trembling, like he was trying hard to hold on to something-anything. That fear felt real. He's actually... afraid? Camila frowned. This was Prescott's room-if her memory served her right, no one aside from Beckett was allowed in here. When she'd pushed the door open earlier and found it unlocked, she hadn't thought much of it. But now, it clicked-this man must have unlocked it himself when he came in. Her nerves tightened, curiosity taking root. In a place as heavily guarded as this estate, no stranger could just waltz in. So who exactly was he? As she ran through her thoughts, her free hand covertly shifted toward the nearby switch. "Ding." A soft click echoed, and the chandelier above flicked to life, spilling light across the massive room. The sight ma