CELESTINE's P O V

I heard the loud slap, but it didn't land on my cheek. Instead, I felt two arms wrap around me to protect me from the impact, and I saw how the palm of Olivia's hand landed on his son's back.

‘‘Arnold, what in the world are you doing?!!’’ When she saw how his son guarded me, it made her extremely angry.

‘‘No, mom! What exactly are you doing?’’ As he turned around to face his mother, he posed the question in a frustrated tone.

‘‘What am I doing?’’ She retorted. ‘‘To what extent has she managed to cast her spell over you? She wanted to kill...