Celeste

Panic took over. I pushed my chair back, ready to run upstairs and lock myself in my room.

But before I could move, the door opened. A figure stepped inside, not the storm I had braced myself for. Not tall. Not broad-shouldered. Not him.

A girl.

I froze, unable to breathe. She was gorgeous—naturally so. Shiny hair, perfect skin, lips curved in a confident smile that made my stomach drop.

She wasn’t Jace. But somehow, that almost made it worse. Because if she wasn’t Jace... ...