Chapter 59 Chapter Fifty Nine

• Celeste’s silence told me more than words ever could. She hadn’t killed Xavier. Not yet, at least. Which meant he was out there, breathing, plotting, waiting for me to make my move so he could strike first.
• I straightened my shoulders and glanced at her, but she didn’t meet my eyes. She was already walking ahead, her hand brushing lightly against the glass doors as the guards opened them.
• I followed, my footsteps echoing in the vast marble hallway. The further we went, the colder the air became. It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from air conditioners — it was the kind that came from keeping secrets.