ROMAN
The words had barely left my lips when Selene crumpled. It was the farthest thing from a graceful collapse. One moment she was standing stiff beside Solana, and the next, her knees buckled as if someone had yanked the floor out from under her.
Solana gasped. "Selene!"
Her sister writhed on the floor, her movements dramatic and almost convincing. If you didn't know what to look for, that is.
I didn't move right away.
Real pain is messy. It forgets its audience. This didn't. Her cries came in waves, timed just a little too well. And when she rolled onto her side, I noticed her checking to see if I was watching.
Interesting.
"Roman—" Solana started, panic already rising in her voice.
"I see her," I said calmly, holding up a hand. "She's not dying."
Selene let out another anguis
