Celeste’s POV
I was still sitting on the floor when the door opened.
Two men walked in.
They were carrying a fully assembled, military-style folding bed.
My entire body tensed.
Neither man spoke.
They crossed the room, unfolded the bed, and shoved it against the wall.
Then they turned.
And looked at me.
A slow, crawling sensation moved across my skin.
I knew that look.
I’d seen it before.
Clay had looked at me that way.
Like I wasn’t a person.
Like I was something to be examined, evaluated, and eventually used.
The two men exchanged a glance before their eyes travelled slowly over me.
Their smirks made my stomach turn.
Predators.
There was no other word for them.
Apparently, Clay had been surrounded by exactly the kind of people I had always suspected he belonged with.
