"I can explain what happened that night." Nathaniel's low, raspy voice resonated above her.

For a brief moment, Celeste didn't register his words. But it was only for a second—just a heartbeat.

The very next instant, she shoved her gun against Nathaniel's chest, forcing him to back up step by step.

"Let go of me!"

Was he still holding her? The nerve!

What was he trying to do? Did he think that by keeping her close, she would give up? Or worse—was he planning ...