ALLISON.

My stomach twisted. My mother had fought just like this, with everything she had, and still… still, Celestine had won. No. Not this time.

Sullivan’s grip tightened. His expression twisted into one of strain as he fought against me, but I could see it, the war waging inside him. His arms shook, his jaw clenched. He looked utterly conflicted, pained. But I didn’t stop. I need him to snap out of it. I need him to cut the invisible strings that controlled him and be the master of ...