The next night, I brought Selene to the cave.
Zee was sitting by the fire sharpening his blade when he heard our footsteps. He looked up instantly, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw her looking tall, graceful, and almost unnervingly calm, her pale skin glowing faintly under the torchlight.
“Zee,” I said, forcing a smile. “This is Selene. The one I told you about.”
He rose slowly, eyes flicking between us. “So it’s true,” he muttered. “You really brought a vampire into our den.”
Selene’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes stayed cold. “You make it sound like I came to drink your blood.”
“Should I believe otherwise?” Zee snapped. His hand tightened around the blade.
I stepped between them before things escalated. “Stop it. Both of you.” My voice was firm. “Selene isn’t here to fig
