Three months had passed since the night everything changed.
Celine kept going to Deucalion’s room to satisfy him.
One morning she left Deucalion’s room before sunrise. She walked back through the quiet corridors with her head held high, every step measured and deliberate. The moment she closed her own door behind her, she stopped.
Someone was waiting.
Aria stood near the window. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with anger.
“You heard me that day it all started. Didn't you?” Aria asked.
Celine slowly turned toward her. “I heard you so?”
“Then why didn’t you open the door?”
Celine said nothing.
Aria stepped closer. “I was banging on that door. I was calling his name. You knew I was outside.”
“I did.”
“You heard everything?”
“Yes.”
Aria’s hands curled into fists. “So you de
