Selene’s P.O.V
Safe.
Finally safe.
That was all I could think… or maybe all I wanted to believe. Because the silence around me didn’t feel like peace—it felt like the hush before something shattered. But I clung to the word anyway. Safe. It was the only anchor I had left in a world that had spun so wildly out of my control.
It had been six months since I ran.
Six months since I stood in the freezing dark with my bag clutched to my chest and waited for the train that would take me away from the mansion, away from the blood, the betrayal, the lies… and the man who made me feel everything and nothing all at once.
Dante.
His name still burned in my chest like a bruise that refused to fade.
I should’ve never trusted him. I should’ve never let my heart believe in something soft and good
