Selene sat in the great hall, the flickering torchlight casting shifting shadows across the stone. The war had not yet begun, but something had already changed.She could feel it as the ruins felt heavier than before. It was like an itch beneath her skin, a whisper in the back of her mind. Something wasn’t right. Across the chamber, Orion stood near the balcony, gazing at the moonlit valley. He was calm, composed as if everything was falling into place.
She should have felt safe with him. She should have trusted him. But why did it feel like she was missing something all of a sudden.
Orion turned, his violet eyes soft but unreadable. “You haven’t spoken much since the battle.”
Selene forced a breath. “I’ve had a lot to think about.”
He stepped toward her, his movements slow, deliberate.
