Chapter 267

The iron shackle had rubbed Camila Harrington's pale wrist raw, leaving angry marks that burned like hell—but giving up wasn't an option for her. Her wrist was slender. The shackle was already loose enough. Just a bit more, and she'd be free. Pain? She could suck it up. With a grit of determination, Camila finally managed to slip her right hand out. Ignoring the sting from her torn skin, she reached out toward the rusty little cabinet nearby. After a bit of fumbling, her fingers closed around something— a military knife. Her heart leapt. The blade was heavier and sturdier than she'd expected. If she used it to pry open the other shackle, there was a decent chance it'd work. Suddenly, footsteps. Getting closer. Camila’s smile froze. She shoved the knife under her, sitting on it quickly. The door let out a sharp creak. She tensed up. In the dark, she couldn’t make out the person stepping in—just a vague silhouette. Kind of short, thin… couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman just yet. The