Celeste's POV:
I pulled my hand away gently. "I'm feeling a little tired, love. I think I'll lie down for a while."
I gave him a faint smile, letting just enough weariness seep into my voice.
He did not suspect a thing. Instead, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Get some rest. I'll straighten up the living room and join you soon."
I climbed into bed and pulled the covers tightly around myself, wrapping myself up completely. But the cold that had settled deep in my bones refused to leave.
As my thoughts kept returning to the birthmark on his hand, something hard pressed painfully into my back beneath the blankets.
Frowning, I reached behind me and pulled it out.
It was a can of pepper spray.
How was it here? It should have been locked away inside the v
