For a woman who had arrived claiming to tell me the truth, Selene was taking an irritatingly long time to begin.
Grace had abandoned the broken cup and disappeared into the kitchen, although I suspected she was listening from somewhere nearby. Ethan closed the front door while Caelum remained beside me, close enough that I could feel the tension coming from him without looking.
Selene glanced toward the sitting room.
“Can we talk somewhere private?”
“No,” Caelum said.
I looked at him. “The entrance hall probably isn’t ideal.”
“She came here uninvited.”
“And unless you want Leo wandering downstairs halfway through whatever this is, we should move.”
That argument worked.
Five minutes later, we were in Caelum’s study. Selene sat opposite his desk while I took the chair beside her. Ca
