Chapter 89

Kaia POV

The house felt smaller now, tighter, as if the walls themselves had learned to hold their breath around Selena. Every corner she passed, every surface she touched, I watched. Calculated. Silent. Waiting.

I smiled at her as she flitted past the living room, pretending to admire a vase of flowers she had “arranged” for me. The motion was fluid, practiced, but her eyes darted toward mine. She’s already sizing me up, I thought. Good. Let her think she’s leading the ...