Back in the base, Celeste's steps carried a quiet determination. Her destination was clear, Mia's house. If there was a thread that tied together the mystery of Cassius's change, then it was Mia, and Celeste was determined to tug at it until the truth unraveled.
Her train of thought broke when she saw a familiar figure ahead. Verena. The girl walked in the same direction as her, her posture relaxed.
Their eyes met. Neither spoke. For a few moments the air between them thickened with unspoken tension, their mutual dislike simmering beneath the surface.
Then Verena scoffed, the corner of her lips curling in disdain. "Why are you here, miss princess?"
The word princess ignited some well hated memories. It struck Celeste where it hurt. Rage flickered inside her chest. Her fists clenched at her sides, but outwardly she remained composed.
