Celeste’s P.O.V

Pulling my legs to my chest, I buried my face in between my knees. I couldn’t count the last time that I had seen the sunlight. Ever since Nigel recaptured me, he had abandoned me in the basement since then.

I didn’t know what happened to Camilla either. Dead? Maybe.

I didn’t care.

I lived constantly in fear, the kind of fear that settled in my bones, the one that kept me on the edge, the one that made me scared about the unknown. Nigel hated me and I could feel my death’s day getting closer with every passing second.

However, the question was when? I have spent...