Chapter 140

Prescott accidentally knocked over the dishes on the table, and they shattered all over the floor. He curled up on the ground, trembling, not even sure if the shards had cut him. "Prescott, are you okay?" Camila rushed over, crouched beside him, and carefully examined his hands. Once she was sure he wasn't injured, she exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and gently pulled him to his feet. He clearly got a real scare. At the moment, Prescott was stuck in his four-year-old state-back when his mom used to abuse him. He was especially timid and withdrawn, terrified by even the smallest thing. His usually handsome face had gone pale. A quick glance at Beckett's worried look and Theron's poker face made him recoil even more, huddling into Camila's arms like she was his only safe place. Beckett's chest tightened painfully. In his eyes, Prescott had always been indestructible. Over the past two years, he'd braved countless life-or-death missions and emerged from the kind of brutal training that mos