Chapter 10

He bent down and picked up the bottle. "Damian, DON'T—" I threw myself against the ties hard enough to open my wrists. He unscrewed the cap. "If you touch her after this," he said to Celeste, conversational, "there won't be enough of you left to bury." Then he looked at me, and every hard thing in his face went. "Ivy." He was so calm. That's what I can't forget. "I've told you I'm sorry a hundred times and I know it doesn't buy anything. I know you don't love me. That's fair. That's —...