“Stop,” I said hoarsely. “Please don’t talk like that, Celeste.”
“I mean it. I meant it when I drank that damn bottle!”
I shook my head, her words carving a hole inside me. “No, please. I…I’ve never once considered throwing you away, Celeste.”
She sobbed, angry tears welling up in her eyes. “Then why, Kieran? Why do you keep going back to her? Why does every-f*****g-thing keep leading you back to her!”
I gritted my teeth as the wolf in her flared and shuddered beneath the surface. Her aura was flickering, jagged, and unstable.
I grappled for words to say, anything to make this all right, and I got nothing.
“I will not play second fiddle to my sister, Kieran,” Celeste spat. “I never once did it my whole life, and I sure as hell won’t start now.”
I sat back down on her
