Unfortunately, Celeste seemed to take this differently and sniffed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll figure out how to make this right, Fenris. I swear I will. Please trust that I will. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fix it. I promise.”
“Celeste,” I said firmly. “We can talk about it later.”
She was clearly exhausted and weak from the amount of magic she’d used. I hated seeing her like this, hated knowing this was the toll dark magic took on her. I wanted to scold her—after everything that’d happened, she’d gone and used it again, but she was clearly repentant. If anything, scolding her would just make this worse.
I turned and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek before taking my arm off her shoulder to gently wipe her tears. “For right now, you need to rest. You’re clearly exhausted.”
