Chapter 43

Lorenzo's POV

The next morning, I found Celeste sitting in her usual spot on the windowsill. The sheets were untouched, not a single wrinkle. She must have slept leaning against the window or not slept at all.

“You sent the sheets,” Celeste said quietly, not looking at me. Of course, she knew. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was also really intelligent, a dangerous combination.

“I did. I even sent