ELLA’S POV
The air in Whitecliff felt heavier that morning.
I was walking through the stone corridors when a whisper carried itself to me, low and sharp like a blade hidden in silk. Selene is dead.
I froze mid-step. My fingers rested against the wall as if the stone itself could steady me. Dead? Just like that? My chest should’ve felt lighter—relieved, even—but instead, a strange emptiness hollowed me out. She had hunted me, tormented me,verbally yet the idea of her being gone forever made the world bend to the side.
Kate stirred inside me.
Do not waste grief on her. She was a storm that wanted to drown you. Be grateful she drowned herself.
But still, I swallowed hard, forcing my steps to move again.
Jake found me in the training yard not long after. His blue eyes narrowed when he
