CHAPTER 37
Selene didn’t sleep.
The night crept by like a shadow with teeth, dragging with it every memory, every betrayal, every lie whispered beneath half-truths and practiced smiles.
She sat by the window in her room, moonlight catching the sharp edge of her jaw, the USB stick resting in her palm like a loaded weapon.
Downstairs, the mansion was quiet. Too quiet.
Damien hadn’t tried to speak to her again. Good.
Cherry hadn’t dared knock. Even better.
But Selene knew silence didn’t mean surrender. It meant planning. And she was done playing nice.
At exactly 4:17 AM, she rose from the chair and crossed the room to her desk. She grabbed her laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the loading bar stretch across the screen like a slow exhale.
Then a folder appeared.
"REVELATIONS"
