~Celeste's Point of View~
“It’s not your fault, sweet girl,” Randall tells me, his voice so quiet, so soothing. “You never did a damn thing wrong. Sometimes bad things happen, but it doesn’t mean they’re you’re fault.”
I nod, unbuttoning the jacket of his suit and pushing my arms in, wrapping them around his strong body. He hold me close, his fingers gently rubbing my back.
“I didn’t know,” I whisper. “I thought it was better not to ask, to just live in the dark. I didn’t think he would really kill them. Not all of them.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, confusing me. I look up at him, my brow furrowed as a few tears run down my cheeks. Gently, he wipes them away and cups my cheek. “What do you want me to do to fix this? Do you want me to kill Max and tell the King to ha
