Chapter 15
RONAN POINT OF VIEW
I see it happen from across the cafeteria.
Celeste sits at the omega's table, Evangeline's table with that perfectly calculated smile she wears when she's about to destroy someone. Her friends cluster around her like vultures waiting for roadkill.
Evangeline stands there holding her tray, confusion written across her face. Then understanding. Then something that looks like her soul breaking in real time.
I should look away. Should focus on my own lunch. Should care about literally anything else in the world.
But I can't stop watching.
My fingers tighten around my water bottle as Celeste's voice carries across the room. Sweet. Innocent. Completely venomous.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Were you sitting here?"
The fake concern makes my jaw clench. I know that tone
