Chapter 214

When Celestia Brooks said that line, she made sure to sneak a glance at Isabelle Ryan, who stood there looking like she was about to explode. So this was how it felt back when Isabelle used to flaunt things in front of her—petty satisfaction flashing in her fiery, twisted expression. Watching her enemies squirm somehow made the sting in Celestia’s chest dull a little. A mocking smirk tugged at her lips. Yep, she’d made up her mind—no more playing nice. Jareth Carrington froze at her words. His eyes, wide with shock, stayed glued to Celestia in his arms. He thought maybe she was finally softening up, maybe his words had gotten through. The spark of hope in his jet-black gaze flared up instantly. Without a second thought, he scooped her up in his arms and walked straight toward the bed, completely forgetting someone else was still there. Jareth's sudden move had Isabelle Ryan seething. The fury rising from her chest felt like lava erupting—rushing through every inch of her body. Her eyes