Chapter 184

Paul and Theron both went quiet instantly. Prescott shifted his gaze toward Theron, softened a bit, and said, "Theron, make me some blood-replenishing and restorative pills." "What for? Don't tell me you're at your limit already?" Theron shot back fearlessly. Prescott's eyes narrowed, his voice low and icy, "Theron, if you've got the guts, say that again." Yeah, nope. Theron backed down quickly. He hadn't even gotten the new equipment yet-if he pissed Prescott off and lost funding, who the hell would help him? Paul, on the other hand, was way more tactful. "Prescott, is it for Miss Harrington?" "Yeah." Prescott nodded. "Yesterday, Theron went behind my back and took 400cc of blood from Camila. I need to get her back on track physically." That wasn't even the worst part. What really mattered was-he'd finally gotten a taste of the good stuff, and no way was he going back to cold showers to tame himself. Camila's health needed not just restoring; she had to be even better than before. Str