Davina's POV
I stood in the changing room, watching Celeste strip out of her work uniform and grab her bag.
The words spilled out before I could bite them back.
"I want to come with you guys."
Celeste stopped dead, whipping around to stare at me with wide, confused eyes. "To the underground ring?" Her forehead creased like she couldn't believe what she'd heard.
I nodded, my throat tight.
Celeste paused. "But—"
"My place will be a disaster zone right now," I blurted, cutting her off. "If I head home, I won't get any sleep anyway, so why not tag along and get some entertainment?"
It was pathetic reasoning, but better than admitting the real reason.
Celeste looked at me like she had a million things to say.
"I mean, Echo A is—"
"I know who he is, Celeste, and it doesn't faze me," I interrupted again, the lie rolling off my tongue easily.
Celeste watched me for a beat, then gave a casual shrug.
"Yeah, alright. Cool. My guy should be here soon. Let's move."
