Chapter40

Celestia's POV

Around us, students slowed. Conversations dropped to whispers. Phones came out.

Here we fucking go.

Mia's grip on my arm tightened. "You don't have to do this."

But I did. If I walked away now, Isabelle would spin it. Make herself the victim. Again.

"What do you want, Isabelle?"

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