The more Imogen stared at the mansion in front of her, the more she felt like getting out of this place. This place had made her feel wrong. They had made her feel wrong. And she needed to get out of it.
She stepped forward, Moira walking close beside her. They both held a cold indifference that made the ground shake at their presence. But one thing was real: they were in need.
As soon as they both stepped foot in the living room, Selene was again in her formal position—seated, legs crossed, and her eyes glued on the white paper in her hands. She was so immersed she didn't lift her head to see who had stepped in.
"It's me again... And we need to talk," Moira said, her voice cold.
Imogen turned her head towards her, trying to fathom what Moira really thought about what she had done. It
