Chapter 104

As they were talking, suddenly Prescott appeared at the doorway. He just stood there, not moving at all, looking kind of nervous and scared, biting his lip, and staring straight at Camila with those dark, shiny eyes. "Prescott!" Paul perked up, practically shouting. His voice startled Prescott, who flinched, looking even more uneasy. Paul immediately quieted down, feeling awful at how shaken he seemed. Beckett and Willa weren't feeling great either. Theron, on the other hand, stayed expressionless. His deep, dark eyes just fixed on Prescott like he was trying to figure something out. Camila managed to suppress that wave of sadness in her chest and slowly walked toward him. "You're awake? Are you hungry?" Getting closer, she noticed cold sweat soaking Prescott's forehead and temples. He probably jolted awake from a bad dream or something-just thinking about it made her heart ache. She raised the towel in her hand to wipe him down, but he was so tall that she had to go on tiptoe to reach