Chapter 10

• Aysel’s POV
• The car purred out from the Vale estate garage. By the time I maneuvered it back onto the road, there she was—Celestine, standing right in front of my wheels.
• Her skirt was still stained, her hair plastered with remnants of our last encounter. Yet that smug, victorious aura clung to her like a wolf marking territory. I could almost see the act she must have spun inside the house, wrapping the Moonvale elders in her honeyed words so they’d feel she, the victim, still cared for her “poor little sister.” The picture would have looked like perfect domestic harmony—fatherly pride, filial obedience, sibling camaraderie.