CELESTE
By the time morning came, I already felt stretched thin, like my skin was too tight for the fury simmering beneath it. Sleep had been a distant stranger, replaced by thoughts of Robb that filled every space in my skull. I barely remembered dressing. I barely felt Knox’s attempt to kiss my cheek. Everything inside me was a low, vibrating hum of impatience and desperation.
By the time I made it to The Den, Knox was already seated by the head of the table. The second I stepped inside, the tension in me tightened further, coiling so painfully that I could barely breathe. Luckily, this meeting didn’t involve the elders.
Knox’s eyes found me instantly. His face softened in that way it always did when he looked at me, but today, the softness only fed my agitation. Because he didn’t un
