I looked at her and I don't know what to say or do.
Once the feelings set in then there is no going back. I also know that the only way I can be with Celeste was to take the title, Turner.
I still don't know why she wanted me to take the family name but I was sure of one thing.
Celeste was hiding something from me. But I knew she was going to tell me with time. I knew why my grandmother had died.
Someone somewhere doesn't want me to take the seat that belongs to me. I know what I needed to do now but my path was fraught with dangers.
The warmth between us shattered like glass, replaced with the biting cold of reality. I stared at her, my breath catching in my throat. Grandmother… dead?
“I didn’t know,” I whispered. My voice cracked, not from the grief, but the weight of what her
