Celeste and Sera were evidently not cut from the same cloth. Sera had what it took to be something great, something formidable.
Celeste did not.
I tapped my fingers against my glass. "I respect her reality, not your illusion of her. Both women need very different things, and you can't give them that or protect them by standing in the middle, Kieran. Your indecision will end up destroying both of them."
He didn't answer right away.
But I saw it in his face—the crack in his armor. He was starting to understand that the best thing he could do for Sera now was to get out of her way. Let OTS train her, guide her, and protect her.
While he did the same for the woman he had chosen.
He did not get to eat his cake and have it. I wouldn't allow it.
After a long pause, he gave a stiff nod, and
