Emma Watson
I gripped the edge of the door, my knuckles turning white.
Celeste DeLuca.
The name alone sent a jolt of fear through me. I didn’t know much about the DeLuca family, but what I did know was enough to make my stomach twist.
And now one of them was standing at my doorstep.
Her sharp green eyes flickered with amusement, as if she could see every thought running through my mind. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Every instinct screamed at me to slam the door in her face.
But something about her made me pause.
She didn’t look threatening—at least, not in the obvious way. There was no gun, no knife. No sign that she meant me immediate harm.
And yet…
I didn’t trust her.
I forced myself to speak. “Why are you here?”
Celeste’s smile didn’t falter. “Like I said—I came to ta
