Epilogue
Kestrel's POV
Callista is staring at me weirdly from across the bedroom, her eyes narrowed like she's trying to figure out a puzzle. I glare at her and snap, "What?" before standing up to move away from this conversation, but she reaches out and drags me back down onto the bed with a bounce that makes the mattress squeak.
"Girl, don't even freaking do that," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. She's wearing a cute pink crop top and jeans, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and she looks way too put together for someone who's about to interrogate me. "You've been so off for the last three days. No partying, no outing, no shopping, no movies. And to worsen it all, you've been very selective with food and you detest people's presence. Like, do I stink or something? A
