EZEKIEL'S POV

The moment I stepped onto the driveway, the crisp morning air bit at my skin, sharp and clean, but it did nothing to cool the fire rising in my chest. My knuckles tightened around the edge of the steering wheel as I stared at the house ahead. I had rehearsed what I was going to say, over and over, but rehearsals never accounted for crazy, the kind of raw, obsessive madness Celeste carried like armor.

She opened the door before I could knock, her hair wild around her face, her ...