Chapter 42 Sickening

• Celine POV
• We arrived at a private hotel, a quiet, unassuming place where questions weren’t asked and privacy was paramount. The staff didn’t so much as blink as we checked in, their professionalism masking any curiosity they might have had. After a modest meal and a brief moment of calm, we began to prepare.
• Sebastian had tried everything to obscure my identity—to mask my scent, dampen my aura—but nothing seemed to work. My unique essence, the unmistakable mark of who I was, lingered stubbornly. His frustration was evident, though he tried to hide it behind reassuring words.