Zayden’s POV
We flew out of New Orleans an hour ago. Celeste is ignoring Oliver and me. She won’t talk nor look at us. We both are in the doghouse. Oliver feels the same as I do, we won’t let her engage in battle. She doesn’t need to see bloodshed or be put in harm’s way.
I know she is angry and I am being stubborn but this is for the best. I mentally sigh. In time, she will understand. I do plan on making her stronger, I can’t count out that things will not go my way. I need to have her prepared just in case.
I peek at her across the plane, she has a book in her hand, her long hair falling around her. Her facial expressions would change; she would frown, her eyes would go wide, and then she would sit for a moment thinking about what she just read.
I just want to soak up each expression on her. I wish she wasn’t angry at me, I want to hold her again and feel her lips. For now, I’ll keep my distance till she at least calms down.
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Zayden’s POV