The night air outside Damien’s mansion changed into cold and nevertheless. Inside, it becomes worse—irritating, quiet, just like the partitions have been listening. Celeste walked slowly down the clean hallway. Her feet were quiet on the thick rug. Damien hadn’t spoken to her since they had a fight in the car.Since he showed her the truth about their families. Since the Viper sent that warning.The past isn’t dead. It’s hunting you both. The words echoed in her thoughts like a curse, but Celeste wasn’t thinking about the past anymore. She was thinking about secrets. Damien’s secrets. And tonight, she was done waiting for him to give her answers.She reached his office door. It was locked, of course. But she had studied his movements for weeks now. She knew the passcode: 1104. Her birthday.The door clicked open.Inside, the office became dim, the handiest light coming from the metropolis via tall home windows. The whole lot became sharp and managed—leather chairs, a dark table, an
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