KIERAN'S POV
By the time Celeste returned from the bathroom, her face was flawless again—lipstick and mascara reapplied, eyes dry, every trace of what had happened earlier buried beneath powder and poise.
But I saw it.
The slight quiver of her mouth as she smiled too brightly, turning to say something to the small crowd she brought back out with her.
The sight of her friends made my stomach clench with something that felt an awful lot like panic. But I didn't understand why—the feeling was needless.
Celeste was going to be my future Luna, and the whole world would know, so why was the idea of this... display putting me off so badly?
I rolled my shoulders and steeled myself. I was going to do this—no matter how I felt about it—for Celeste.
I thought of the tattoo on her arm, of the marks they covered, and guilt swam through me, overpowering the panic.
