Semua Bab The Rejected Luna，The Hidden Heiress: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Selene's POV Helena's eyes narrowed. I watched her mouth begin to form the word again, slowly, like she wanted me to see it coming.But then her hand came up at the same time.I didn't think. I didn't pause. I didn't weigh it or consider it or give myself time to talk myself out of it.

Selene's POV Abel's question hit me somewhere I wasn't prepared for.Not because it was unexpected, not entirely, but because of the way he said it. Without accusation. Without the cold, clipped distance he had carried the last time this subject had come up between us. This was different. I looked at him for a moment without answering.

Selene's POV I had no answer for that, so I sat with it instead, turning it over in the early morning quiet, feeling the warmth of Victor's hand still resting near my side. The curtains were barely open, just a thin line of pale light pressing through the gap. The room was still. The whole world felt still.“What if he does.”I let those four words do what they wanted to do, let them push back against e

Selene's POV Melissa paused. Just for a second, just long enough for me to feel it. Then her fingers resumed their movement, steady and unhurried, like she hadn't stopped at all."Yes," she said.I said nothing.Inside me, Nyra exploded.There was no other word for it. She went from perfectly still to absolutely desperate in less than a second, spinning and pacing and pressing forward against the edges of my mind with an energy that felt almost physical."Anthony," she said, and his name in her voice was warm and urgent and completely unguarded. "He is here. We have to find him. We have to see him.""We are not going to find him," I said quietly, keeping my voice low enough that Melissa wouldn't hear."But he's here," Nyra pressed. "He came. After everything, he still came.""Nyra. Stop."She didn't stop. She kept pushing, kept reaching, like she could feel him somewhere in the building and the distance between them was something she intended to close through the force of wanting. Bu

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.