Looking in her direction, I felt the bruising pain across my body dull into insignificance.
Every ache, every sting faded into a distant hum the moment my eyes landed on her.
Selene had entered the infirmary in a vivid red dress—no, not just red. It was the color of fire given form, of war painted onto silk. A declaration, not a costume.
Her body moved like a silent storm within it. Every curve was hugged by the fabric as if the gown had been tailored by the very threads of fate itself. Adorned in vibrant green, purple, and orange stones that glinted against her skin, she didn’t just walk in—she arrived.
Her hair was swept into a perfect French bun, the crown of her parents clans pinned neatly above it, regal and composed.
But her expression…
There was steel in her eyes.
A quiet sto
