Selene's POV
Her voice—smooth, smug, way too confident—wrapped around my name like it belonged to her. For a second, I considered pretending I didn’t hear her. I could have kept walking, but before I could even take a full step, the sound of heels clicked behind me.
“Selene,” she called again, louder this time.
And then Victor spoke.
“Selene, wait.”
I rolled my eyes and turned around slowly, lifting my chin, my eyes sharp, trying not to let them see how badly my hands were shaking. The woman was already walking toward me, graceful as hell in her tight red dress, her smile wide and polished like she practiced it every morning in front of the mirror.
She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Something about her eyes… the way they sparkled with hidden amusement… like she
