Chapter 110
- Celeste’s POV
- I could see the tremor in Katy’s hand before she even tried to mask it. She lifted her glass, her knuckles pale against the clear surface, and took a sip of water far too quickly. Her eyes darted away from mine, as if she could hide behind the rim of the cup.
- “You—why would you suddenly bring that up?” she stammered. Her voice was too sharp, too fragile, like cracked glass.