IRIS’ P.O.V.
The moment Selene vanished — just blinked out of existence like some smug celestial magician — I stood frozen, fists clenched, jaw locked, and my breath coming in sharp clouds that barely held back the fury crackling beneath my skin.
“She just left,” I said, voice tight. I was finally just processing what the hell just happened and I was pissed.
Blake glanced over. “She’s a goddess, Iris. That’s kind of her thing.”
“Is it?” I snapped, turning to face him. “Is it their thing to swoop in like the embodiment of a riddle, drop one vague sentence like they’re auditioning for a mythical talent show, and vanish before giving me a single useful answer?”
Blake opened his mouth, probably to offer some calm, diplomatic response. I didn’t let him.
“I nearly died, Blake. I ripped my
