Celeste

Panic took over. I pushed my chair back, ready to run upstairs and lock myself in my room.

But before I could move, the door opened. A figure stepped inside, not the storm I had braced myself for. Not tall. Not broad-shouldered. Not him.

A girl.

I froze, unable to breathe. She was gorgeous—naturally so. Shiny hair, perfect skin, lips curved in a confident smile that made my stomach drop.

She wasn’t Jace. But somehow, that almost made it worse. Because if she wasn’t Jace... then who was she?

And why was she here? Most importantly, what was her relationship to him?

The girl looked around the dining room...