ARNOLD'S POV

I was fast enough to catch Celestine’s body before she fell to the ground, lifted her up, and carried her bridal style. Just I was about to walk out of the room, I felt someone’s fingers wrapped around my arm.

‘‘A-Arnold…’’ Hearing Leina's voice prevented me from moving. ‘‘Where are you taking her?’’

I heaved a deep sigh before shaking off her hand and continuing to walk, but another woman pranced over and she looked like she was on the verge of blowing a fuse.

My mother cast a suspicious look in my direction before interrogating me with the question, ‘‘What in the world are you doing, Arnold?’’...