Chapter 407

It was Prescott Ellington. Even though he had a gas mask on, there was no way Camila Harrington could mistake him. She knew him too well—his expressions, the way he walked, even the deep, dark eyes that stood out vividly in the night. To her, he was like breathing—so natural, so essential that everything about him was etched into her very being. Camila froze, her wide eyes locked on the man striding toward her with purpose. Whether it was shock or overwhelming emotion, her eyes reddened in an instant. She didn’t want to cry—really, she didn’t. But she couldn’t help it. She honestly couldn't. She had always thought of herself as strong. Even when staring death in the face just moments ago, not a single tear fell. But here, in front of this man, all the walls she had built came crashing down with no effort at all. It was always like this. Then and now. In front of him, her vulnerability laid bare without fail. Tears blurred her vision, streaming silently down her face behind the metal ma