"He's expecting you inside."
The shield stepped aside. Celeste stared at the door. Her father’s vintage property — the area in which she grew up. Now owned by Rylan.
"You don’t ought to do that," Damien said beside her.
"Sure, I do."
She’d gotten the message three hours in the past. Rylan desired to fulfill. on my own. He had a suggestion.
"I’m coming with you," Damien stated.
"He said alone."
"I don’t care what he said."
"Damien. I need to do this myself."
"He’ll kill you."
"Maybe. But I don’t think so. He wants something. Otherwise, I’d already be dead."
They’d escaped her mother’s compound two days ago. Barely. Elena had created a distraction, and that they ran. Now they had been hiding, making plans, looking to parent out their next move.
Then Rylan’s message came.
Celeste
