ALLISON.

Quinn was already there, clutching Sullivan’s twitching form, tears streaming down her face. Celestine ignored me. She took a slow step forward, tilting her head as if considering something.

“He is at my mercy now. And I can make this agony last for as long as I want.” Her lips curled into a ruthless grin.

She lifted her hand and curled her fingers into a fist, tugging to some invisible strings in the air. Sullivan screamed. His body arched, his hands clutching at his chest as if something were ripping him apart from the inside. It broke me to see him like this.

Quinn sobbed, tightening her hold on...