BARON'S POV Celeste didn’t stop at the doorway. She closed it behind her, locked it and then walked toward me slowly, heels clicking softly against the concrete like a metronome counting down.I stayed seated on the floor, relaxed and unbothered. She crouched in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint scar near her collarbone Ezreal had given her the night she escaped his fortress.“You’re calmer than I expected,” she said lightly.I didn’t answer. She reached forward suddenly and grabbed my chin, tilting my face up toward the dim light. I didn’t flinch.Her fingers tightened slightly. Still nothing. A faint smile curved her lips. “Even now.” Even when she pressed her thumb against the bruise Malrick had left on my cheek.Even when her nails dug into my skin just enough to test for weakness. Nothing. She released me with a small scoff and stood. “You know,” she said, pacing slowly, “when I escaped Ezreal’s fortress, I always wondered if we’d see each other again.”I lean
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