CELINE’S POV
The halls buzzed with life, laughter, and chatter, but to me it was all just noise. I walked through it like a ghost, my books clutched close, eyes forward. People whispered, some bold enough to let their curious stares linger—Celine, the quiet twin, the rejected mate, the drama everyone had witnessed weeks ago.
Let them whisper. I didn’t care anymore.
“Celine.”
Her voice. My twin’s voice.
I didn’t slow down.
Seraphina stepped in front of me, forcing me to halt, her face arranged in what looked like concern. “Celine, please. Can we talk?”
I shifted my gaze over her shoulder, refusing to meet her eyes. My silence was answer enough. I brushed past her without a word, feeling dozens of eyes following the scene.
Murmurs rippled through the hallway—confusion, disbelief. The
