A week had passed since the night of the battle. Celestine had scarcely cleared out Reece’s bed, where she went through her days and evenings crying and seething against her small sister.
At to begin with, Valentine had joined her, but after a few days, Val had cleared out. “If she needs to be a vampire bride, at that point that’s her trade. She made her choice. It was clearly the off-base one, but what can we do?”
“We ought to go spare her,” Celestine insisted.
“We can’t. Why ought to we? She cleared out of her possess volition. She won’t come with us.”
“But I miss her,” Celestine wiped a few tears.
“I miss her as well. But she isn’t my sister anymore.” With that, Val had cleared out the house and settled in a charming small bungalow Reece advertised her on the border of Blackstone a
