Chapter 92

**Celeste's POV**

The key turned in the lock with a sound like breaking bones.

I pressed my face against the heavy oak door of my bedroom, listening to my father's footsteps fade down the hallway. Each step felt like another nail in my coffin, another brick in the wall he was building around me.

Three days. Three days since he'd dragged me home from the witch's cottage with blood on my hands and murder in my eyes. Three days of being trapped in this room ...