The chill followed me into the next week. It felt like a crack. A chip in my false identity that I could feel falling away.
Someone recognized me.
It seemed like a blow that shattered the mirror. Every time I looked into a mirror now, I saw myself. Not as others saw me but as I knew myself to be. Selene.
Someone recognized me. He was crazy and no one paid him any mind but he recognized me.
"I shouldn't have taken you there. I think I've broken you,” Zion muttered, patting down my hair as my head resting on his shoulders.
"I'm not broken," I answered, fighting back a yawn. Maybe I was broken. I had enough pressure to make me crack.
"You're quiet and jumpy. How is that not broken?" He pulled me tighter against himself. Marcella would flip if she found us in this position,
