Reed’s POV
Celeste faints into my arms.
“Celeste? Can you hear me?” I shake her, trying to wake her up, but there’s no reaction.
“My lady?” Clara checks on her.
“I think she just passed out.” Clara says.
“We don’t have time for this. How much longer until the stones wear off?” Myles asks me.
“Probably another half hour.” I say.
“Bring her over here.” Clara gestures to the couch.
“Lay her down here.” I place her on the couch gently, and move a few strands of hair out of her face. There isn’t much we can do with her in this state.
“We can’t move her like this, we’d be too vulnerable.”
The foul woman on the bed laughs.
“Looks like the truth was too much for her. Maybe you’ll all die here because of her, just like her mother.” The woman’s voice is growing horse.
“Why don’t you giv
