The estate was quiet, but the air felt thick, as if every shadow was watching me. Even after last night, after seeing the way Damian had moved to protect me from her, I couldn’t shake the tension that clung to my skin. My sister… Selene… she was everywhere, even when she wasn’t in the room, her presence a constant reminder that I was not the only one who mattered to him.
I moved carefully down the hall, footsteps soft against the polished floor. My heart hammered each time a candle flickered, each time I thought I heard her voice or saw a shadow move in the corner of my eye.
I paused outside the library, remembering the firelight from yesterday, the way Damian had stepped in front of me, shielding me from her. The memory both thrilled and terrified me. I knew what was coming—Selene never
