Celeste's POV
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8:30 PM Atlas' Suite.
"So," I trailed behind Atlas first, right hand on my waist. "We all agree the Dean is some kind of evil mastermind milking this mate bond thing, right?"
I glanced back at Silas, Luther and Azrael, the latter shutting the door behind him.
We'd decided to come here to... Talk after leaving the Dean's office. First to know where we each stood and also to think of a way forward now that we were all in on the secrets.
"Oh, I won't know, Celeste." Luther strutted past me, making himself comfortable on one of Atlas's sofas. "I believe if maybe I had more exposure to each incident that happened—"
"Brother, can we not start this again?" Silas moved, sticking beside me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, throwing me a brief glance when I jolted in surprise. "Celeste had every right to keep these things away from you. Back then at least."
Luther scoffed, glaring at his arm on my waist.
