Selene P O V
Being back in my mother’s temple—because goddess forbid I call it mine—was a bitter pill to swallow. Even though she gifted it to me personally, in front of all of our creations, it was never truly mine. I was merely a placeholder, a pawn in a game she orchestrated long before I ever existed. And yet, despite all of it, I had to move into that damn castle—the wretched home of my late husband.
That mortal, at the very least, was useful for being a lousy man.
I strolled through the grand halls of the temple, the air thick with the scent of incense and the distant sound of chopping from the kitchens. My mother’s fury was tangible, no doubt stewing over the recent revelation from destiny itself. The truth that shattered every carefully laid plan we had built over the years.
My
