But that’s not the only scent here.

This one makes me tense, and I raise my head to see Celia sitting on a chair near me, a smile on her lips.

“Welcome back.”

CHAPTER 22

Thea

Seeing Celia sitting there so calmly after the hell she just put me through, enrages me. Gone is the fear. I’ve experienced the worst of the worst. When I stopped fearing death, I sure as hell wasn’t going to fear a person.

But rage, and anger are new emotions that I’m struggling with.

“You,” ...