~CELINE’S POV~
Hunter’s gaze was like ice.
"Leave."
The word sliced through me, cold and final. For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
Charlotte opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but one look from Hunter had her clamping it shut so fast I almost heard her teeth click. She huffed, crossing her arms like a spoiled child.
I curled my fingers into the fabric of my uniform, grounding myself. A part of me wanted to fight back, to demand some sort of dignity. But what was the point?
Without another word, I turned and walked away.
I kept my back straight. My shoulders squared.
Only when I reached the storage room did I finally let myself feel it.
The weight of the night crashed over me, pressing me down until my knees buckled. I locked the door, slid to the floor,
