Celeste stood there for a few minutes, staring at Maximus’ closed door. His rejection reverberated through her, causing her heart to ache. She breathed through the pain, but the pain was replaced by anger as she recalled what he called her. Celeste clenched her jaw and pushed her bedroom door shut.
She turned and returned to the bathroom. She walked to the mirror and picked up the comb. She was in the process of combing her hair when he came and interrupted her. Celeste growled as she unravelled her hair from its bun and ran the comb in her hair, in quick angry strokes. She ran over what Maximus said in her mind. She couldn’t believe her mother made her leave her home for this.
Go to him, she said. Get what you need from him, she said. Heal and come back, she said.
Well, he called he
