Chapter 228: Strange Freedoms

Celine The week after Agatha had come and Celine had told her that she wanted to leave, somehow Celine found herself outside, breathing fresh air. She didn’t know how Agatha had managed to get her out, but she was sure Agatha would explain it later; after all, they had intended to meet. Celine was currently in a cabin situated along the snowy mountains, the name of which she had long since forgotten. All she knew was that the day she was busted out of prison, she had slept rather restlessly and woke up outside this cabin. Did Celine care about how she got there? The short answer was no. The long answer, however, was that she hadn’t bothered to think about it. "You’ve been sleeping for a week," a voice said, making Celine jump nearly out of her skin. She turned around to find Agatha with her arms folded across her chest. "How did you do it?" Celine found herself asking, despite having vowed not to care. Somehow, she felt as though her mind was split, with one half doing what it wante