Third Person POV
Selene stood by the bed, looking down at the girl. Rhea appeared so small now, so insignificant, her breathing shallow and her face pale against the dark covers.
"Is she out?"
Selene turned around to find Nora standing by the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Nora looked nervous, her eyes darting toward Rhea’s limp form.
"Completely," Selene said, smoothing down her robe. She walked over to the table and picked up the bottle of wine, pouring the rest of it down the drain in the small kitchenette. "How was it? Stalling her?"
Nora scoffed, though her voice trembled slightly. "It was hard. She kept talking about her stupid father, and about Marcus. She’s so desperate for someone to trust. It was like leading a lamb to a cliff."
"You did well," Selene commended
