Celeste's POV
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"Has either of you heard from Silas yet?" Atlas asked when he walked into the bedroom.
I stood hesitantly at the door, too anxious to even look out into the hallway. First it was Azrael now it was Atlas. Two men showing up in the girls' dormitory and then nesting in my room was bound to ruffle feathers.
Or worsen this whole scandal.
Swallowing, I glanced at the left and right sides of the hallway, cheeks heating up when I saw the curious, judgmental eyes already expecting me.
"Celeste?" Atlas's worried voice was what made me give up, shutting the door. "Come on, did you hear from—"
"No, I've not heard from Silas since we all last saw each other." I shook my head, turning around after placing the last click on the locks. "He said he's going to check on Luther or something. Why? Is whatever you found really so serious?"
Atlas' lips parted right when Azrael snorted. "Luther? The mutt occupied with his 'date'?"
I blinked, brows crumpling.
Huh?
