PAST
SELENE’S POV:
I sat down on the step I was standing at, the stones cool against my back.
Maya—who was still two steps above me—looked elegant even in the way she sat, like this was just another throne for her to perch on.
For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then I said, “So… Can he do it?
Maya tilted her head, studying me with a seriousness I hadn’t expected from her.
“Honestly, yes.”
The panic I thought I’d buried surged up like a tide.
“That doesn’t help me,” I whispered, my eyes slightly wide.
“I’m not here to help you,” she said flatly. “I’m here to give you the facts.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Well, what do I do then?”
“You really don’t know anything about yourself, do you?” She said, a self suffering sigh in her words.
“About myself?”
“You’re Anna Beverly’s gra
