Selene's POV

She started to leave, then paused at the kitchen door. "Oh, and Selene? You might want to be more careful with your things. You never know when accidents might happen."

The threat in her voice made my blood run cold, but she was gone before I could respond.

Mrs. Henderson hurried over with clean towels and a sympathetic expression. "That girl," she muttered, shaking her head. "I don't know what's gotten into her lately."

I changed into a spare shirt and tried to put the ...