“N-no,” she managed, burying her face against my chest. “No. I-I-I’m not…h-hurt.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked again. “What did I say?”
She sniffed and tried fiercely to wipe her eyes, but it wasn’t working particularly well. After a few failed attempts, she slumped against me and whined. “I can’t. I can’t. I c-can’t talk ab-bout it,” she said, refusing to meet my eyes.
Anger swiftly replaced concern as I thought of the warlock engulfed in flames. I held her close, knowing the hot water would never run out in a hotel like this. “That’s okay,” I said, kissing her wet hair. The side of her face. “I…I trust that you can’t talk about it.” I bit the side of my mouth to curb my frustration. “But if something happens to you, Celeste, I won’t be able to keep myself together.”
Chapter 15
Celeste
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