Chapter 7 - The Midnight Warning
Celeste took two slow, deliberate steps toward him, her silk nightgown rustling softly against the carpet.
She didn't look angry; her expression was terrifyingly calm, almost maternal, which made it ten times more frightening.
“You were very smart in the bedroom today, Holland,” Celeste murmured, stopping just a foot away from him.
“You understand how fragile your father’s happiness is, don't you?”
Holland pressed his back against the locked door, his breathing turning shallow and rapid.
“You killed my mom,” Holland whispered, the words slipping past his lips before he could stop them.
Celeste’s eyes flashed with a sudden, sharp light, but her lips curved into a slow, chilling smile.
“Your mother was very sick, sweetheart,” Celeste replied smoothly, her manicured hand reaching out to stroke his cheek.
“Just like Maria is going to be very sick in prison for kidnapping you.”
She leaned down, her breath smelling faintly of expensive wine and peppermint.
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“If you ever say another word about me to your father, he won't survive the grief,” she whispered into his ear.
“And neither will you.”
