Lyra
The silence that followed Selene’s collapse was thick, but not nearly enough to erase the smirk on Damon’s face. He thought he had won, thought I had been cornered, stripped of dignity, tossed into the jaws of humiliation with no hope of defense.
I let them think that.
I stayed quiet while whispers crawled across the elders’ bench like a spreading fire. I watched Selene’s trembling hands clutch at the hem of her dress, and I let Damon puff his chest, confident in his lies. Inside, however, I was laughing. Laughing at their arrogance. Laughing at how fragile their house of deceit truly was.
“Do you see?” Damon finally said, his voice rising above the murmurs. “She has no words, no rebuttal. Because it’s true. She bewitched him…”
“That’s enough.” I said, my voice low but sharp enou
