[Celeste]
I groaned as my head throbbed. My face stung in so many places and my skin burned—now I really didn't want to find out what I looked like in front of a mirror. It felt like stones had been surgically implanted into the sides of my face.
I could feel movement—fast and uneven. My body jolted with every stride, and the cold night air lashed against my skin.
Slowly, I pried my eyes as open as they could get despite the swelling. The moonlight above was dim, barely illuminating the face of the man carrying me. I stared hard until I recognised him: Elvis, Ryder's butler with his grey hair packed into a ponytail.
"Mr... Elvis?" My voice was hoarse, barely audible over the distant howls and screams. It was a bit weird calling out his name when we hadn't been officially introduced.
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