Cellie's POV
I walk fast when I am embarrassed and I run when I am mortified, which meant that my platforms were producing a sound in the corridor that could generously be described as a jog and less generously as a full retreat.
The library. Ten men. Demetrio's expression. I had walked in, said something I had said out loud, and then performed what I could only describe as an immediate exit with minimal dignity and maximum heel noise.
I needed to get back to the patio and sit down and drink the water I had been eyeing all through lunch and pretend that none of the last ten minutes had happened, and I needed to do this before I processed any of it because processing was for people who were not currently in the DeLeon estate with their mother and her friends and a meeting happening two floors up.
"Cellie, wait."
I did not wait.
