Chapter 17 – Selene’s Fear
(Elena's POV)
The boy curled up under the old blanket next to her and went to sleep. His hair was dark like Damian's, and his long eyelashes stood out against his light face. He looks so much like Damian's son that anyone would think he is him. That was the point.
But Selene's hands wouldn't stop shaking, even though the area around them was shaking from the storm.
Selene's story, her lies, and her false sense of power were all beginning to fall apart.
Slowly, Selene stood up and wrapped her robe around her shaking body. She then pulled the blanket tighter around the boy's shoulders. The cracked walls were lit by a flickering candle, which cast long shadows that looked like hands reaching out.
Selene wanted Damian to believe her. To make him question Elena.
