Celeste's POV
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Beach house, 9:20 Am
"W–Where are Azrael and Silas?" Even though I had a slight headache, I ignored it, bringing my feet to the floor.
It felt so good to be back in my body.
"Celeste," Luther was the first to grab my shoulder. "You need to rest. Seriously, what you went through was scary."
Atlas agreed without hesitation. "Yes. Here," he handed me a glass with a thick yellowish liquid. It smelled sweet, fruity and spicy all at once. "It's a smoothie. It'll help clear your mind and assist with sleep."
With a smile, he added. "There are mangoes in it."
Hearing that made my eyes light up.
But... How did he know I liked mangoes? Silas or Luther probably told him, I guess.
Finally, I took the glass off his hand, sipping slowly through a straw. "Mmhm. I still wanna know where Azrael and Silas are though."
They both exchanged looks that made my brows knit.
Whatever was happening did not look good.
