S** Tape
But Celeste’s grip on his jacket tightened.
“Oh no!” Celeste’s pout deepened, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence. “It’s stuck.”
Vivi took a step back, already looking for an exit.
Her eyes darted toward the hedge lining the side of the garden. A small opening, barely visible beneath the overgrowth, stood just a few feet away. A sign, half-hidden beneath the leaves, read:
Hedge Maze Entrance.
Knox was still trying to free himself from Celeste’s grip, his expression turning stormy as she “struggled” with the buttons on his jacket. Celeste’s hand lingered far too long on his chest, her smile overly practiced.