MYRA/SELENE
Jace looked at me like he’d seen a ghost. His eyes widened, lips slightly parted, body stiff, frozen in place as if my voice alone had pierced through his intoxicated daze.
What was wrong with him?
His face was flushed, his movements slow and unstable. I could smell the alcohol on him before he even moved an inch. The bitter scent of rich liquor clung to his skin, wrapping around him like a second coat. The closer he came, the stronger it hit me.
I wanted to hurt him, so badly. I wanted to see him bleed the same way I had. To make him beg. But I couldn’t, not here. Not now. I had to hold myself back. Not just for me—but for the plan.
Alpha Gray was still watching. I felt his eyes like needles at the back of my neck. Lurking at the edge of the trees, half-shrouded in shado
