Celia sat down on the stool that Aurelia had just vacated, wiping her damp hands on her apron as she stared at the door that the alpha’s daughter had disappeared through just moments ago. Aurelia had managed to collect herself enough to leave the kitchen, but her haunted blue eyes stuck in Celia’s mind like a thorn.
She felt bad for her. Really bad. It wasn’t Aurelia’s fault she had been dragged here like some bargaining chip, just as it wasn’t Landon’s fault he had been treated like less than he was his whole life. Marcus at the center of all of it, pulling strings and trying to force outcomes that only seemed to hurt everyone.
Celia’s stomach twisted as she thought of Landon. She didn’t know how he was holding up after what happened in the office. She doubted he would tell her anyway.
