Celeste pulled on some clothing hastily, wearing away the tasteful nightdress in a black, high-collared, belted dress. She shot one last glance at her image in the mirror.
"Let the world think I'm still their foolish villainess,"she breathed. "But I won't have the same fate."
Mina stepped inside, her black eyes wide open. "My lady, how do you do? You appear." She stopped.
"Determined," Celeste provided.
"More than normal," Mina whispered, hardly braving.
Fine. Let them be suspicious.
Celeste's mind was racing. If she was actually in the past, she had one advantage—she knew what was going to occur. She knew who was going to betray her, who she could trust, and most importantly… she knew what was hiding beneath the palace.
The same secret that had before been employed against her.
An influence over which no vampire or werewolf could maintain control.
And this time, it would be hers.
As Celeste stepped into the grand hall, the first rumors of fate began to straighten out. The evil doer was returning. And this time, her story would be her own to tell.