Penelope’s POV

The silence between Celeste and I was sickening. All she did was stare, while all I did was keep my eyes fixed on the wall clock above Daemon's chair and my ears wandering about.

Tick, tock–clicked the hands of the clock in the silence, a gleam reminder that time wasn't waiting for me to have a discussion with Celeste.

Whatever she wanted to talk about could now wait. We'd stayed quiet for way too long and I needed to get downstairs to know what was going on. I worked ...