The Professor, My Mate
He was already outside, waiting, pacing like a caged wolf.
The moment he saw me, he didn’t waste a second. “She’s not dead.”
I frowned, stepping out of the car. “What?”
“Celeste,” he hissed, his eyes wild, filled with disbelief and fury. “She’s alive.”
I stared at him, blinking. Then I actually laughed. “Kieran, that’s impossible. Lessie destroyed her. I saw the ashes myself.”
“I’m telling you,” he said, voice trembling, “she’s back. One of the seers confirmed it last night. Said she was reborn through the ashes of the ritual and she's stronger, darker, twisted by whatever hell she came from.”
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