SELENA POV
It had been two weeks since I got back home.
Two whole weeks of the same four walls, the same ceiling, the same perfectly arranged pillows I wasn't allowed to rearrange because apparently even that qualified as unnecessary exertion. Two weeks of being watched, monitored, hovered over, and generally treated like something that might shatter if someone breathed too close to it.
Alexander Blackwood had officially decided I was made of glass.
I sighed dramatically and rolled over on the bed for what felt like the hundredth time since morning, staring up at the ceiling like it had personally wronged me in a previous life.
"Bored already?"
Adriana's voice floated over from the couch, unbothered and deeply amused, where she sat cross-legged with a bag of chips balanced on her kne
