SELENE
Rose left while I stood there, smoothing the satisfaction from my face when the knock came. Three soft raps. Spaced deliberately. The way only one person ever announced themselves to me. "Come in."
The door opened just wide enough for her to slip through — Morgana, hunched as always beneath the weight of her years, her grey robes pooling at her feet like smoke that had forgotten to rise. The seer closed the door behind her without being asked and stood with her hands folded inside her sleeves, eyes already doing that thing I hated. Watching without looking. Seeing without seeing.
"You're late," I said, turning back to the mirror.
"I came as quickly as truth allows." Her voice was dry as cracked earth. "Some things cannot be rushed, my Luna."
I caught the slight pause before my
