PRESENT
SELENE’S POV:
I was walking away from Grayson. As though the distance could shield me from the storm he lit in my chest every time he touched me like I might shatter. Every time he looked at me like breathing was impossible without me.
I hated him for it. For making me feel so much.
Hating him was easier, safer. It’s what I've learned to do in the last ten years. It was the armor I wore and I wasn’t ready to let him strip it away, wasn’t ready for him to force me to face what I thought I had left in the past.
I wasn’t running, I told myself. Just walking away.
But my chest heaved as if I’ve just run a marathon, my breaths coming out ragged.
Mostly, I was hiding.
Curled up in the shadowed alcove at the back of the hall, knees pulled tight to my chest, I tried not to think ab
