Chapter 52

The moonlight filtered through the branches of the trees outside, casting a flickering pattern on the floor. Celeste stared at the shadows on the ground, but her mind wandered somewhere far away. She wasn't sure how long it had been before she finally got up from the bed, her eyes drifting over the slightly disheveled sheets. A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of her lips. If she hadn't bitten Damien earlier, he might have really done something to her. After getting up, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She rarely stayed overnight at the Wrenford residence, so she hadn't prepared any clothes, except for a plain white bathrobe that she could wear. By the time she finished showering, it was already past 10:00 pm. Feeling incredibly thirsty and frustrated, but not wanting plain water, she went downstairs to grab some alcohol. The Wrenford residence was eerily quiet. Everyone else had already gone to bed, and the living room was empty. To avoid disturbing the housekee