The substance Celeste injected into me must be messing with my mind… hallucinations, maybe. That’s the only explanation for what I’m seeing.
Because there’s no way I’m actually at Alex’s estate. But my brain… it’s trying to convince me otherwise. I see myself stumbling down the grand staircase of the Blackwood mansion, the marble steps spinning under my feet.
I feel the impact. Every roll. Every slam against the cold stone.
Above me, the chandelier twinkles like stars through my half-closed eyes. There’s shouting—someone’s screaming, but the sound comes in waves, distorted like it’s floating underwater.
Then there’s something wet. Lodged between my thighs.
I blink, and Lucy’s face is hovering above mine. What the hell?
She looks… different. Her cheeks are rounder, her hair cut short
