CELESTE
I’d never felt so unmoored. The moment I escaped the dining room, I didn’t stop moving. I needed space. Air. And distance from him.
I reached my room and slammed the door behind me, twisting the lock before leaning my back against it. My heart was still racing like I’d sprinted miles. I pressed a hand to my chest and cursed softly.
“What the hell is wrong with me?”
The silence mocked me. I stumbled toward the bed and dropped face-first into the sheets, burying my burning face in the pillow. I didn’t understand how it smelled faintly of his scent, damn him. I sat up abruptly and shoved the pillow away as if it had personally betrayed me.
I needed to remember why I was here. Not for him or for whatever game fate was playing. I was here for me.
I’d sworn never to fall into anot
