Celeste had no idea how she got the invitation.
One moment she was organizing wine glasses at the back of a downtown gallery. The next, a man in a tailored suit had slipped a black envelope into her hand. No words. No expression. Just a nod, and he was gone.
Inside, only a card.
“Playground. 11 PM. Wear nothing beneath.”
There was no address. Only GPS coordinates.
Something told her not to go.
She went anyway.
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The car dropped her at a massive iron gate outside the city. Trees towered over the drive, and the road beyond was hidden in shadows. The gates opened without a sound, revealing a narrow path lined with burning torches. Not a building in sight.
Her breath fogged slightly in the chill as she walked. Each step closer to something she couldn’t name. She felt it in her blood—t
