Celeste's POV
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A bright violet light flared in my mother's eyes as she placed a hand on Lysandra's forehead. The latter thrashed around nervously, shaking her head and trying to get my mother to stop.
But it was futile.
"You fight it and you'll have only yourself to blame," Odessa warned, her other hand grabbing Lysandra's shoulder. "Stay still. And let me look…"
I glanced around the Dean's office just then.
All my mates watched from different spots with tense expressions. All except Azrael. Because he wasn't here.
My brows furrowed when I finally noticed that. Didn't the others tell him the interrogation was happening now? Or—?
"N–No! No!" Lysandra screamed all of a sudden, making me snap my head to her. She had her eyes wide open, tears spilling down her cheeks as she pleaded. "P–Please. That's enough. You've seen enough."
