CELESTE’S POV
“Alpha Thomas,” Sera greeted with a polite smile, her eyes darting curiously between us. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
I knew I should relax my shoulders, ease the look of horror on my face, but I was too busy trying to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest.
“Oh no,” that familiar voice answered, amusement edging his politeness. “I thought I recognized your…friend. Celeste—that is you, right?”
Sera arched a brow, and I took in a deep breath. It was time to end this before I gave the bitch another weapon in the arsenal she was building against me.
I spun, forcing a detached smile onto my face. “You must be mistaken,” I said quickly, my words sharp as glass, my eyes unable to meet his. “I don’t know you.”
Before he could speak and declare that I, in fact, knew him, before he could list out all the ways I knew him and doom me, I turned on my heel and fled into the night.
