Celeste stepped out of the club into the cool night air, the weight of everything that had happened pressing heavily on her chest.

Arlo was waiting for her by the entrance, hands in his pockets.

With Silas dead and Vivian’s betrayal laid bare, her fate was sealed. Felix and Harvey wouldn’t let her walk away from this. But Celeste no longer cared. The tasks she’d set for herself were done. There was nothing left to hold her here.

“All set?” Arlo asked, his voice ...