Kamille's POV

After the meal, we got ready to leave. The food had barely passed down my throat, but Belle being the doctor that she was, prepared something else fast and quick that I could quickly eat up in time for our departure.

“Are you alright?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I responded to her.

I nodded, but I was far from being alright. My heartbeat was no longer stable as my thoughts were filled with so many possible outcomes of Zeke's journey to the abandoned warehouse.

Belle came up behind us and we got into Amanda's car and drove away. Behind us were Zeke's security personnel and I could...