SELENA’S POV

I was starving.

Not just for food—but for peace, for clarity, for something that didn’t feel like my entire world was on the brink of collapsing. But first, food. I needed actual food.

I hadn’t eaten in days, and my stomach felt like it was trying to consume itself. If I didn’t get something in me soon, I would probably drop dead—and honestly? That didn’t sound half bad right now.

The Fake Me was dead. She was gone, and Kai had helped me end it. But even as her ...