Selene's Pov
I let out a long, shuddering sigh, watching as Lena's silhouette gradually faded down the hallway. Her footsteps echoed with a deliberate rhythm, each sound a stark reminder of the distance growing between us until they were swallowed by a heavy silence. A suffocating weight of guilt settled on my chest, like a stone pressing against my lungs, making it hard to draw a full breath. How had everything spiraled so completely out of control? The haunting image of Ronan lingered, forever etched in my mind—blood trickling down his arm, his expression twisted in agony, and something far more sinister flashing behind my eyelids every time I blinked.Maybe it really was my fault, an unsettling voice whispered in the back of my mind. I should have recognized the signs, should have peeled back the layers of Ronan's façade to uncover the troubled soul lying beneath that charming exterior. He wasn’t the type to brush things off with a laugh or let comments roll off
