Chapter 15 Secrets Have Faces

Celeste Han came into the penthouse like a ghost from a history Damien had buried.

She couldn't have been older than twenty-five. Her long black hair was damp with rain, strands clinging to her cheekbones. Her coat-dark and soaked-hung off her petite frame, making her look both weak and formidable at once. Her eyes, though, were all steel