Selene had built her entire life on control.
Control over her words, her expressions, her body. Control over her grief, her rage, her thirst for revenge. It was the only way she had survived this long—by keeping her heart locked in iron chains, reminding herself every day why she was here, what she was fighting for.
But Adrian was undoing her.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to be nothing more than a stepping stone—a weapon she could sharpen and use against his father. He was supposed to be the one she molded, bent, twisted until he turned on Cole. And when the time came, she would be the one to burn them both down.
Only… every time he looked at her, she forgot the plan.
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The night after their argument, Selene lay awake beside him. Adrian’s arm was draped loosel
