The door opened.
Not Diana.
Eleanor Blake—neat suit, unreadable face.
Selene’s breath caught.
“So,” Eleanor said, closing door. “You’re Selene.”
No answer.
“You’ve caused disruption.”
“I didn’t ask for this.”
“No. Your parents said the same.”
Words hit hard.
Then suddenly.
There was a crash outside—shouting, struggle.
Eleanor stiffened.
Then—
“Austin, stop!”
Selene’s heart leapt.
Door flew open.
Austin—chest heaving, eyes wild.
“Get away from her,” he said, voice shaking fury.
Eleanor stared. “What are you doing here?”
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Eleanor stared at him, disbelief hardening into something colder.
“What are you doing here?”
Austin didn’t answer. His arms were already around Selene, body curved to shield her, every musc
