Celeste’s POV
“Let me go”.
The man’s arm tightened around my neck, and he pointed the gun on his other hand towards Adrian. Adrian’s head snapped towards me.
“Don’t,” Adrian said.
Adrian had gone still in the middle of the street, both hands visible, and eyes locked on the weapon as if one wrong breath would decide the rest of the night. My bag had slipped off my shoulder. I could not get a full breath, and every time I tried, his forearm pressed harder against my throat. His jaw clenched, and the muscle in his cheek twitched as he stared down at me, his nostrils flaring with every sharp breath.
I never knew Adrian Vale. I had only learnt his name because he said it to me while we ran, as if two words were supposed to make a gun make sense. I had not asked to be in this.
“Let her go,” Adrian said. “You want me. You already know that.”
The man behind me laughed once, close to my ear.
“We did,” he said. “Then she looked at you, and the night changed.”
My hands were shaking. I started to feel heat under my ribs and it pushed down into my fingers. The air around my palms felt wrong, as if it had grown too thin to hold its own shape.
I looked at the gun, then at Adrian. Something inside me tore loose. A few hours earlier, none of this belonged to me. I locked the front door of Hartley’s Used Books at nine forty and told myself I would be home before Margaret started calling. The shop sat between a laundromat and a store that sold phone cases and prayer candles. I slung my bag over my shoulder, checked the time, and broke the only rule Margaret never got tired of repeating.
“Do not walk home alone after ten.”
I was twenty three. I still lived with her in the same Queens walk up I had grown up in. I took classes at Hunter college during the day and closed the bookstore at night because rent did not care that I was trying to build a life, and Margaret would have climbed out of her skin if I had moved even three blocks away. My parents had left me with her when I was four and never came back. At least that’s what I was told. They had to go away for a while and they left me with Margaret. Although, they never returned.
I had stopped saying that part out loud years ago. My phone buzzed as I reached the corner.
Margaret: Are you on your way?
Me: Yes. I’ll be home in ten minutes.
Margaret: Use 30th.The other block is too dark.
Kyle’s message came in before I could put the phone away.
Kyle: You close up okay? I can walk over.
Me: Don’t. I’m already on 30th. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I almost smiled. Kyle had been making that offer since we were children, and most nights I talked him out of it. Tonight I wanted to be alone. I wanted the nine minute walk, the kitchen light Margaret would have left on, and a night that looked like every other night I had been trying so hard to keep.
Then the first shot went off. I thought it was a car backfiring. I kept walking because that was what you did when you lived in New York and you wanted the sound to belong to someone else’s evening. Then started running… a woman slammed into my shoulder hard enough to spin me sideways.
“Hey!”
She did not stop. A man ran after her and then another. Suddenly, the music cut off. Someone screamed at the far end of the block, and the ordinary night I had been walking through fell apart in front of me.
That was when I saw him. He was running straight toward me, late twenties, dark coat, moving like the pavement was a problem he intended to outrun. He was being hunted. He saw me too late to go around me and too soon to pretend I was not there.
“Move,” he said.
“What?”
“Get out of here.”
I followed his gaze and understood why the street had emptied. Three men were coming down the block. They were not sprinting anymore but they were walking fast.
My stomach rumbled
“Who are they?”
“Just go.”
He reached for my arm. I pulled away before his hand could close.
“Don’t touch me.”
His eyes came back to mine, impatient and sharp.
“I am trying to keep you safe.”
“Then explain what is happening.”
He opened his mouth, and the second shot cut him off. People screamed. He grabbed my arm again, and this time I did not waste the breath it would have taken to fight him.
“Run.”
We ran. I did not know where he was taking me. I did not know why I had gone with him. I only knew that staying on that sidewalk had stopped being an option the moment those men looked past him and found me.
“Who are you?” I said, when I could get the words out.
“Adrian.”
“Adrian what?”
“Vale.”
That was all I got with no time to decide whether I believed it.
“Why are they after you?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“And how would I know?”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“They’re still coming.”
We cut down a smaller street where the shops were already shuttered and the nearest streetlamp had been out for a week. My lungs were burning. My bag beat against my hip. One of the men caught up and swung at Adrian. Adrian blocked it and turned, and that was when the second one came in from the side.
I stepped back… I wanted to leave. I had a grandmother waiting behind a locked door and a best friend who was not quite only a friend who would have come if I had let him, and none of this would have happened to me.
Pressure broke loose through my chest and down my arms. The noise around me dropped away until I could hear my own heartbeat, one beat, then another. The air around my fingers moved. I looked down at my hands as if they belonged to a stranger. I still did not understand what had happened when the force tore out of me.
I did not touch him. I had not meant to push.
The man holding me flew backward and crashed into a parked car hard enough to set the alarm off. I stumbled free and stood there with my hands raised, staring at the place where he had been, then at the body folded against the dented door.
“What did I just do?”
No one answered.
Adrian was kept staring at me with shock written all over his face. He looked like he had just watched the wrong thing happen in front of him and recognized it anyway. One of the other men started to speak, then stopped when his friend dragged him back.
“Forget it. We need to go.”
I watched them disappear around the corner, and I did not feel safer for it. People were beginning to step out of doorways again. ”
“Adrian.”
He looked down, and I followed his eyes. Something was glowing beneath his shirt. A small pendant hung at his throat. It was an old metal catching a light that was not coming from the street. The glow was faint, but it was aimed at me as clearly as a pointed finger.
“Your necklace.”
He covered it with his hand.
“What about it?”
“It was glowing.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“I saw it.”
“You’re in shock.”
I stared at him but he didn’t give any response.
That was worse. He let the silence sit there until I understood he would rather give me nothing than give me the truth. Then he looked at me properly, and the thing in his face was not fear for himself.
It was fear for me.
“What?” I asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Why?”
“Just tell me.”
“Celeste.”
He said it once, quietly, as if he were fitting the sound against something he already carried.
“I don’t understand any of this. I have to leave”, I said.
“I can walk you home,”
“No.”
“Celeste”.
“I said no. I don’t know you, and I am not going anywhere with you.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded once.
“If you notice anything strange”
“Like what?”
“Anything”
I turned away before he could decide to become helpful again. I got three steps down the sidewalk, then looked back because I hated myself a little for needing to.
He was still standing there and watching me.
I kept walking. I told myself that if I put enough distance between my body and that street, the heat in my hands would remember it was only panic. It did not. It sat under my skin the whole way home, quiet and awake, like a second pulse I had never been told I owned.
Margaret opened the apartment door before I could get my key in the lock. She had not taken off her cardigan. She had not turned on the hallway light. She looked at my hands first, then at my face, and the look she had on did not belong to a woman who had only been waiting up.
“Celeste,” she said. “What did you let out?”
