ALLISON.

Quinn was already there, clutching Sullivan’s twitching form, tears streaming down her face. Celestine ignored me. She took a slow step forward, tilting her head as if considering something.

“He is at my mercy now. And I can make this agony last for as long as I want.” Her lips curled into a ruthless grin.

She lifted her hand and curled her fingers into a fist, tugging to some invisible strings in the air. Sullivan screamed. His body arched, his hands clutching at his ...