Celeste's POV:
Minute by minute, time dragged by. Every second felt longer than a lifetime. Neither of us spoke. We waited in complete silence.
Corwin gripped the fruit knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white, sweat soaking his palms.
I knew he was terrified. Even more terrified than I was. He had no attachment to me, so killing me had been easy. But what he was about to do...
...Was murder his own twin brother.
Nearly twenty minutes later, the sharp screech of brakes shattered the silence outside.
Our eyes met. Our hearts hammered against our ribs.
He was here.
Corwin went rigid. I nodded toward the shadow behind the bedroom door, and he immediately slipped into position.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hallway, drawing closer with every second.
Crash!
The bedroom doo
