The same parents.
Othello killed Selena’s dad.
That truth was like a splash of cold water in my face. Jed had told me that Melissa had taken to leading the coven a little too easily, a little too well. She’d never shown the hatred for werewolves that she’d instilled in the others. She was the type of person who could throw her own daughter away.
It wasn’t a stretch to think that she could have orchestrated the death of her husband.
I’d wondered about the terms of the deal Melissa had made with Othello, and now they were inescapably clear. She hadn’t attacked us to curry favor with Othello; she’d been paying off a debt—an old one.
Turning this over in my mind, I looked at Selena—really looked at her—and wondered if she’d connected those dots.
Probably best not to ask, Rose, Macbeth sa
