Celeste’s POV
I watched the police car drive off, Vanessa banging on the window, with a deep sense of satisfaction.
That snake had been slippery, always evading the repercussions of her actions. But karma was catching up to her and justice had never tasted so sweet.
“That’s enough, folks!” Grace said, loudly shooing away the thick band of onlookers. “It’s time to move along and enjoy your shopping.”
They dispersed, chatting about the wild display they’d just seen. Gradually, the mall quietened down, and I felt like I could finally think again.
I turned to Ryan, picking up his arm and inhaling sharply at the amount of blood that coated it.
“It’s fine, Celeste, just a shallow cut.” He said, putting his arm down with a shrug.
I glared at him and picked it back up.
There was no way he was alright–his shirt sleeve was soaked bloody.
“God, Ryan, look at this,” I tutted, my voice tight. “It could have been a serious injury. You were too reckless.”
I released his arm to dig through my bag
