Selene's POV
The next morning, the loud and sudden knocking on my door startled me awake.
"Selene? Are you there? Open up!" Melissa's voice was sharp with worry.
I dragged myself out of bed, wincing as the movement pulled at my bruises. When I opened the door, Melissa's eyes went straight to my wrists and her face twisted in fury.
"Those witches," she hissed as she stormed inside. "Vanessa and Camilla… I swear, if I ever get my hands on them…"
"Mel, it's fine," I muttered, but my voice cracked.
"Fine? What do you mean fine? Look at you!" She grabbed my arms gently, her fingers trembling as she traced the red marks. "Sit down. Now."
I obeyed. She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a small jar of ointment. The moment she smoothed it over my burns, the pain eased a little
