Victor
It was all coming together.
Celeste was ready. Filled with vengeance and hate, she was eager to do my bidding. I’d made her believe her whole family had been in on the plot, including her twin sister. I’d told her they had been envious of her power, the power she had expressed in the womb. How Ulysses found her more of a threat to his own power and name and, in a jealous rage, wanted her gone, wanted her dead. And so, I had taken her in, promising him I would suppress her powers—which I never did—and hide her true identity. I’d made her believe I was her only true family, her only true friend, the only one who had stepped up and saved her. The only one who loved her.
When she and her sister used to share dreams and she cried because Co
