Celeste's POV
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5:30 pm, Bloodoak Academy.
An almost five-hour break before the Hybrid trial meant two things to me.
One, space to prepare myself, organise my emotions and give as much distance as possible to all my mates. Not just Azrael.
All of them.
I'd had about enough after Azrael's constant back and forth, Luther's uncertain dramatics, Atlas's need for protecting me and Silas—
—Okay, perhaps Silas wasn't all that bad compared to the rest of them. Scratch that, he wasn't bad at all. I've been the one avoiding him.
Anyway, the second thing the long break gave me was time to focus on the most important person in my life.
Yep. Me.
"You still don't want to tell me what happened between you and Azrael?" Willow asked me for the umpteenth time as we stepped out of our suite.
She locked the door while I leaned against a wall, taking a large bite from a shawarma. We finally got them.
