Celeste’s POV
Since the incident that took Harris away, the house was as silent as ever, except for the occasional footsteps of staff moving about. Sebastian and I had stopped talking entirely. Days turned into weeks, and the tension between us only grew heavier.
Not that I missed our constant snide remarks and arguments, but the silence was suffocating. We passed each other in the halls like strangers, avoiding eye contact and speaking only when absolutely necessary.
Harris’s absence was noticeable too. Sebastian had replaced him with a new bodyguard, a tall, burly guy named Dean, who shadowed me everywhere I went. Dean was professional enough, but every time I saw him, I felt a pang of guilt for what had happened to Harris.
“Miss Moreau,” Dean said one morning as I sat on the patio,
