Chapter 54

• Celeste’s POV
• His words make something inside me jag. It is the same edge that carved me up two years ago when adults decided that a life could be shipped away and replaced with a story. It is the same cold that presses on a throat when your pack pretends not to see you being broken.
• “All I want,” I say slowly, tasting each syllable so he cannot claim later that I had been breathless or hysterical — “is to make my own choices.”