Chapter 258

• Third Person's POV
• Celestine moved through the dark corridors of her thoughts like a lone wolf circling prey. There was a gambler's edge to her heart, a daring instinct that told her: once she was bound in marriage, even Dariusz's schemes could not touch her. She had claws of her own, other ways to pin him down.
• Of course, she did not yet know that Aysel still held secrets, pieces of evidence capable of dragging her back into the iron bars of a prison den. The thrill of dropping one bomb at a time-one lethal move at a time-was precisely what made life deliciously dangerous.