Selene’s POV
The door to my room swung open with a creak, and Vira stormed in like a gust of autumn wind, her boots scuffing the worn stone floor. The air carried her scent—moss and iron, sharp and unyielding—mixing with the faint lavender from the bundle of dried herbs hanging by the window. I slouched on the narrow bed, my back against the rough-hewn wall, fingers picking at a loose thread on my patched trousers.
“Get dressed,” Vira barked, tossing a pile of clothes onto the bed. The fabrics were soft, dyed in earthy greens and grays, a far cry from the blood-stiff rags I’d been wearing after my kidnapping. Her brown eyes glinted, hard and impatient, her scarred arms crossed like she was daring me to argue.
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back, my green eyes narrowing. “And if I don’t feel like it?”
She smirked, a jagged slash of a smile. “Then you’ll go bare-assed, princess. Makes no difference to me.”
I snorted, heat prickling my cheeks, but I slid off the bed, snatching the clot
