Celeste
“What do you think you’re doing?” The question came out as a strangled gasp as Jace’s hand closed around my throat.
His eyes blazed with something dark and dangerous—not just anger, but something that made my stomach drop to the floor.
“I’m checking if your corpse might look better than you alive,” he said, a cold smile twisting his lips.
“Let me go.” I clawed at his hand, but his grip only tightened. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. His grip wasn’t a threat. He could kill me.
Right here, right now, in this house that was supposed to be my new home. “Please.”
“Oh.” His eyebrows lifted in mock surprise. “I never thought I’d hear you beg. So you are afraid of dying after all.”
He let go of me so abruptly that I tumbled to the ground. My hands stung as they hit the
