Celeste’s POV
My arms fell back to my sides as Natalia practically shoved past me with her hand pressed to her mouth, looking for all the world like she was about to vomit.
What the hell…?
I turned to watch her go, confused. Natalia didn’t look back—just rushed out of the library.
My fingers brushed against the knife my mother had given me, which was now hidden in my dress pocket. The blade was cold against my palm, a reminder of what I’d been about to do.
The hug would have been perfect. Quick. Close. A single stab to the ribs and it would have been over in mere moments. If only she hadn’t run off like that…
Well, there was still time. If she really was about to be sick, then maybe I could slip into the bathroom behind her and do it while she was doubled over the toilet.
Perhaps i
