Celeste's POV
I took the document from Dominic’s hand, my knuckles weak, shaky… nearly unable to grip it. The pen fell heavy between my fingertips as I pressed it against the paper. My mind was battling itself — should I do it, should I surrender everything I fought for just to stay alive… just to breathe a little longer?
As I hovered the pen above the page, I felt weakness rush through me, a dizzy feeling threatening to pull me under. At the same moment, all the horrible things that would happen if Dominic got all this power rushed through my mind — the suffering of my people, my workers, my family… the legacy grandfather fought for… gone.
Suddenly, a rush of resolve overtook me. I pressed hard… not to sign… but to rip. I tore the document into a thousand tiny shreds and flung them ba
