Celeste’s P.O.V

I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks as my gaze lingered on Freya, who had slipped out of consciousness. Her feet, her hands, and her mouth were all bound and the longer I stared at her, the more a storm of fury brewed deep within me. 

My eyes closed shut, my mind replaying the way Thorne had humiliated me by professing his love to Freya on a night that was supposed to be ours. The fact that he even looked my father in the eye and disrespected him. 

A tear tracked down my face as my eyes fluttered open and a low chuckle that escalated into...