HAZEL’S POV
The small the bottle of purple liquid sat on the bedside table and that was all my eyes had been fixed on since morning. Celeste’s words were roaming around in my head, resounding again, and again as I fought to make my decision.
I reached for the bottle and raised it up into the air. Sunlight streaming through the window hit the bottle, making it glint. I let out a heavy sigh, my chest carrying a certain weight. Killing was something I never imagined I’d do.
Killian was a bad person, but he was still human. Killing him because of his actions just seemed a bit too much. I sighed and placed the vial back on the table. I had made up my mind; I was going to meet up Killian, and then, I would make my decision.
A rapid knock came on my door and once I looked to it, a v
