SELENE
The dress was strapless and silky, and it hugged every part of my body like it had been made perfectly for me.
The contrast of my snow blonde hair and pupils and my fair skin against the blackness of the dress made me look like a goddess, like the moon admist the black night sky.
And the slit…goddess, the slit was criminal. It ran so high up my thigh, showing enough leg to cause a scandal, and one wrong movement would have exposed everything.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror as my fingers tugged on the top of the dress, turning it to adjust it so that it would sit perfectly on my chest. I looked lethal, wild and powerful, like I would step on anything and anyone that dared to be in my path.
“Selene…” Tristan growled, and I saw that he had gotten up from the couch and was
