The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of Moira’s chamber, spilling golden light across the stone floor.
Moira stood near the edge of her bed, her hands twisting together. Her voice was steady, but her eyes burned with a mix of fear and frustration.
“Sit down,” she said quietly when Selene entered.
Selene obeyed, lowering herself gracefully into the chair by the window. Her gaze lingered on Moira with a softness that only made the younger girl’s chest ache more.
Moira turned sharply toward her. “That day… the words you said about my mother…” Her voice cracked. “How is it possible? Do you all enjoy playing with my life?”
Her breaths quickened, and her hands flew to her hair as she pulled at it in frustration. “First, Mother and Father come here and tell me she isn’t my rea
