Selene's POV
I hadn’t left my room in two days.
The curtains were drawn so tight not even a flicker of moonlight could sneak in. The whole place smelled like spilled wine, regret, and something rotten. Probably me. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I just lay there, curled up in Victor’s oversized T-shirt like it meant something. Like it didn’t smell like betrayal.
My throat was still sore from all the crying. My stomach was empty and full at the same time—emptied by alcohol, filled with everything I couldn’t say.
The message Elara had sent on the night I saw her kissing Victor was still lying on my nightstand, her words burned into my brain.
“Victor said I’ll be the new Luna. He made a promise. Thought you should hear it from me first, sweetheart.”
I read it again and again. Until
