Celeste

“What do you think you’re doing?” The question came out as a strangled gasp as Jace’s hand closed around my throat.

His eyes blazed with something dark and dangerous—not just anger, but something that made my stomach drop to the floor.

“I’m checking if your corpse might look better than you alive,” he said, a cold smile twisting his lips.

“Let me go.” I clawed at his hand, but his grip only tightened. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. His grip ...