Celeste's POV
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"Hey, look," Willow's whisper made me blink. "It's Mr wannabe Alpha."
Yeah, no shit. We just made eye contact for what felt like aeons.
Turning away from him, I sighed, arms folded. "Right. Anyway, you heard Professor Amelia. I guess this means we'll be separated." I said that to both Willow and Silas.
Gods, the Blood trials.
I attended the competition last year—but I never participated. That dynamic changing now felt so... Surreal?
"Yeah," Willow tapped my back, flipping back her short blonde hair. "Remember all Caelum taught you." Her eyes flicked to my brother, giving him a not-so-subtle wink. "Good luck!"
She proceeded to walk away, leaving me, Caelum and Silas standing. The latter slowly withdrew his hand from my shoulder, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Have you seen Azrael?" He muttered, making me fake a frown.
"Is that what you want to leave as a parting word?" I asked, ignoring Caelum's awkward expression behind me.
