"Do it then. Press it."
Celeste's voice got here regularly even though her heart became hammering in opposition to her ribs. Her mom stood across from her in the ruins of the ballroom, smoke still rising from the final explosion. The detonator sat in her palm like a crimson promise of loss of life.
Her mom smiled. That cold smile Celeste had seen a thousand instances developing up. "you observed I might not?"
"I suppose you are a coward who hides behind threats." Celeste took a breakthrough. Glass crunched below her boots. "you've got been bluffing your whole lifestyles."
in the back of her, Damien shifted. She may want to experience his anxiety. He desired to hurry forward, to forestall this. but they each knew one incorrect pass could cease the entirety.
Her mom's finger hovered ove
