Celeste

“I should wait for them before I can dress how I want?” I repeated, staring at Jace in disbelief.

He ignored me, focusing on his driving. The silence stretched between us until we reached home. The moment he parked, I bolted from the car.

“Celeste,” his voice followed me as I rushed toward the stairs.

I could hear his footsteps behind me as he called my name again, but I didn’t stop.

“Are you deaf?” he snapped.

I quickly slipped into my room and shut the door behind ...