~ Selene ~
The heavy silence of Moore Crest usually felt like power, but today it felt like an invitation. I waited until I heard the distant hum of the silver Maybach pulling down the long drive, carrying Amara away to her little charity meeting in Linden Row. She was so predictable. Every Thursday at two, she fled this museum of a house to go breathe the smog of her old life.
I didn't knock. Why would I? In this family, privacy is a luxury earned by those who actually own the walls. I turned the gilded handle of her bedroom door and stepped inside.
The air in her suite was too still. It didn't smell like the expensive French candles I’d picked out for her; it smelled like nothing. Just cold air and the faint, dusty scent of old paper. I scanned the room, my lip curling. She hadn't cha
