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But even as I asked the question, the screen had not gone dark.
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Selene's POV At that moment, the pain tore through me again with a force that bent me in the middle and took everything.My knees hit the ground before Anthony could catch me fully, and the warmth spreading through my dress was not something I could stop or slow or pretend was anything other than what it was.The guests closest to me scattered backward. Someone screamed and the sound broke through the music
Selene's POV Anthony stood very still in the middle of the crowd, as though he had known before I turned that my eyes would find him. He was dressed formally, dark suit, shoulders straight, and he looked at me with an expression I had never quite seen on his face before. Suddenly the scent hit me again, stronger now that I was facing him directly. It moved through me like a current, warm and pulling and completely outside the reach of anything… rational.
Selene's POV Victor didn't say a word.Not because he had nothing to say. I could see the words forming behind his eyes, could see him reaching for something, arranging and rearranging, trying to find the version of an answer that would land correctly. But the speakers had already said everything, and no arrangement of words was going to reach across what five hundred people had just heard with their own ears.
Selene's POV Ethan didn't answer my question right away.And honestly, he didn't have to because the screen answered for him.Victor walked into the footage like a storm arriving. There was no other way to describe it. He came through the door of whatever room it was with his eyes blazing red and his claws already drawn and a rage radiating off him that I could feel even through a screen, even from a stage,
Selene's POVBut even as I asked the question, the screen had not gone dark.The footage was still playing.And I made myself look at it. Because I was the princess. Because I was standing on a stage in front of every significant pack leader in the werewolf world and I did not have the luxury of turning away. So I looked. I stood straight and I kept my chin level and I kept my hands still at my sides and I l
Selene's POV Every head in the room turned. Including mine.Two servants stepped through, pushing a large trolley between them. On top of it sat an ice sculpture, tall and elaborate, carved into the shape of two wolves standing side by side. It caught the light from the chandeliers above and threw soft broken patterns across the ceiling.That was all.
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