AUTHOR’S POV
Selkie swam into Dorian's room carrying a tray of food she had prepared herself. It was now evening, and a somber atmosphere pervaded the house as she wrestled with decisions about the next step.
She had no idea how she would confront Marina and Nerida, or how she would even begin to tell Marina's family how sorry she was and how deeply Dorian regretted what he had done.
She blamed herself; she saw how his mind was spiraling as a result of what happened between him and Oceana, and she felt she should have done or said something to prevent what happened. A voice inside her whispered that she had no idea what was going to happen, but another, louder and more insistent, said she was supposed to and had failed her son.
Dorian was sitting on the bed, his back against the coo
