KNOX
Celeste Price, no, Celeste Morrison now stood beside me. Her expression was cold, but her posture was perfect. Something was wrong with her. I felt it all day. She looked like she was in mourning, not like a woman who had just been wed. She hadn’t smiled once through the entire evening, and somehow, that made her even more mesmerizing.
The party was finally over, but my mind wasn’t.
I’d been restless since the ceremony. I was tense, distracted, too aware of her every breath and every flicker of her gaze. From the moment the officiant had spoken the final words, I’d felt her everywhere. I told myself it was just the bond. But that was a lie. I’d been obsessed with Celeste long before the bond. Now, with her as my Luna, that obsession was consuming.
We left the packhouse surrounded
