Chapter 4Every minute Seth had to wait killed him. He distracted himself as best he could, seeing through the morning routine of checking locks and curtains, but the knowledge of what awaited him downstairs made his skin crawl. It was his fault. He’d been the one to orchestrate everything. Simon had only been doing as Seth said, trusting him like he always did.
But Celeste was taking her time going to sleep this morning. The night had left her more agitated than Seth had seen her in years. When he braved her room after he heard the showers start, he’d found her clothes in shreds on the floor, torn away from her body in her haste to get out of them. They went straight into the incinerator in the backyard. The stench alone was enough to make him gag.
He listened to her now, tossing and tur
