Celeste’s POV
The moment the words left my mouth, the man’s expression changed.
The amusement vanished.
What replaced it was pure, undisguised anger.
His eyes hardened as he stared at me, and for the first time since I’d met him, I wondered if I’d pushed him too far.
I didn’t have time to find out.
A hand clamped around my upper arm.
Hard.
“Move.”
I was dragged from the room before I could react.
My boots scraped against the floor as I was hauled through the house. I twisted around, desperate for one last look behind me.
Diana’s body was still lying where she’d fallen.
Two men were already dragging her toward the kitchen.
Another man had taken hold of the trolley carrying the large drum containing her sister’s body.
They were taking them outside.
Together.
Just like the psy
