/-Zara-/

Night was chilly, air pungent with the scent of roses, yet behind it burned something like perfumed lies. Lady Selene wore the lilies in the garden, strawberry-blonde locks glinting in the dark as if she didn't care.

I wasn't wasting time on politeness. "You were near the tower this evening," I said, my voice slicing the quiet.

Selene didn't even flinch. She turned slowly, her mouth rising into a soft, practiced smile. "Good evening to you as well, little Omega."

"I'm not messing ...