"I'm going back in."
Celeste stood before the Belmont compound gates. Three days had passed since they saved Mila. Three days of planning. Now it was time.
Damien caught her arm. "This is crazy."
"I know. But it’s the only way."
They’d talked about it all night. After rescuing Mila from Rylan’s trap—a setup to make Celeste think her mother was the bigger threat—they’d realized one thing. They needed real intelligence. The kind only she could get.
"Your mother will see through this," Damien said.
"Maybe. But she wants me back. She wants control. I’ll give her what she wants. Pretend to surrender. Feed you information from inside."
"And if she doesn’t believe you?"
"Then I’m dead. But at least we’ll try."
Elena stood nearby, bandaged but alive. "I hate this plan."
"You have a bette
