Celia
Celia woke in the hotel room that Quinn had got her, but she only managed to sleep a couple hours. She cried most of the night and she still couldn’t figure out why she even cared. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Why did it matter that it was Blaise? Especially considering who his brother was. She shook off the feelings and got dressed in some clothes Quinn had stopped to buy her. She welcomed the feel of jeans and a t-shirt.
After gathering her knife and amber piece, Celia set out of the hotel leaving the rest behind without checking out. A part of her knew this wasn’t over and she wanted a head start to find Amber and hopefully get some medicine.
The refreshing morning air filled her nose and she walked down the city sidewalk. Quinn made sure not
