Nyra's POV
I was slicing strawberries for Auren in the small corner of the kitchen I had set up in the chambers we were in when I felt her, before I heard her.
That presence, the scent of perfume and false superiority, filled the doorway, suffocating the peaceful atmosphere I had created.
The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with tension and unspoken hostility.
I did not bother turning around. "You are not welcome here," I said. My fingers continued their work, pressing the blade through the ripe flesh of another strawberry.
Selene's voice snapped through the air. "You arrogant conniving witch." Each word was filled with hatred, over years of resentment.
I put the knife down gently, then I wiped my hands on a cloth, and turned back to face her.
Her eyes were wild, filled with the
