KIERAN’S POV
I found Celeste pacing the room, hair wild like she’d been pulling at it. She’d changed into a silk gown, and it clung to her like armor.
The fireplace in the room was lit, and the light sharpened her edges, a queen ready for war instead of rest.
She spun at the sound of the door opening, hope and accusation flashing across her face all at once.
“As I live and breathe,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Whatever could you be doing here?”
I ignored the bite. I had barely slept in my room since she moved in. I either slept in the pack house, spent the night in my office, or curled up in Daniel’s bed.
I kept my voice level. “I wanted to let you know I’ll be occupied for a while. There are…matters I need to attend to.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Occupied,” she echoed, bitterness dripping from the word. “Occupied with what, exactly?”
I sighed. “I’ll make it up to you when I’m able. I’ll take you out to dinner.”
