Her eyes flashed with something—panic, anger…fear.
She turned on her heels and began to storm across the garden path.
My feet automatically moved after her. Someone was going to answer the questions warring within me, and if Ashar wouldn’t, then Celeste would.
I wasn’t even sure what I planned to say, only that I needed to ask her directly. Ashar’s admission and Sera’s accusation had kicked over a decade-old box of questions I’d sealed shut.
“Celeste,” I called after her.
She didn’t stop walking.
“Celeste!” I caught her arm gently, and she whirled around with a tear-streaked face and wide, wild eyes.
“Oh, what now?” she hissed. “Going to interrogate me, too? Accuse me of something I didn’t do?”
I lowered my voice. “It’s just me and you, Celeste. Tell me the truth.
