The sound of Avond's phone continued to ring non-stop while they both put on their clothes, annoying not only Avond but Celeste, who started to glance at the phone. The number displayed on it was unknown.
"What if it's important? Maybe you should pick it up?" Celeste suggested, pulling up the zipper of her pink blossom dress, her hair hopelessly messy.
Avond pinched the bridge of his nose. "Honestly? It can wait. Let me silence it so it won't bother us. I feel exhausted—let me just sleep for a while before tonight's mission," he said.
Celeste only nodded in agreement, standing still as Avond walked over to her, planting a light kiss on her forehead.
"Do you want to sleep with me?" he asked.
"No. I want to study my exit routes again," Celeste lied, knowing well that even if she laid down, she wouldn't be able to sleep. How could she? The reality of her betrayal had finally settled in, and already, she felt guilty.