Chapter 78

***Celeste point of view**

The cold metal of my car door handle burned against my palm as I crouched behind the vehicle, my heart hammering so loud I was sure they could hear it inside the cottage.

I had followed Ronan through the winding forest roads, keeping my headlights off and staying far enough back that he wouldn't notice me. When he'd pulled up to this small house hidden among the trees, I'd parked half a mile away and crept through the woods on ...