Selene POV

I walked back and forth in our room. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel the power inside me. I kept thinking about what almost happened in the dining room

When Sylvester came back, I ran to him.

“Sylvester, we need to talk,” I said.

“Yes, we do,” he said. But his voice was cold in a way I had never heard before.

I took his hands. “Sylvester, something is wrong with me. I’m losing control. I need help.”

He pulled ...