Celeste’s POV.
I stared emotionlessly into her eyes. Tired and unbothered, I couldn't bring myself to banter words with her.
Sasha. She was the least of my worries right now.
The only strength I had left was to plan my escape. I was going to leave, whether anyone was coming for me or not.
"I need water........to drink," I muttered faintly.
She rolled her eyes and gave a questioning look at Dominic.
"Oh, someone is finally loosening up, feeling at home...," he said in a mocking tone.
"Go get it for her, b***h," he ordered Sasha. It's almost five days since she had anything. I don't know about you, but I don't want her dead."
"You don't speak to me like this, not in front of her," she roared.
Her jaw clenched as she gave me one hard look, before slipping away. Quietly.
"Oh bab
