Selene pov

I paced around the room, feeling everything I didn’t know was possible.

I felt hatred so much of it I could barely breathe.

Hot and sharp anger ,beneath my skin.

Disappointment, so heavy it dragged at my chest.

But most of all, self-reproach.

For letting someone drag me out of the life I was surviving, out of the place I had clawed through pain to call my own.

I stopped by the window, gripping the frame tightly as the cold breeze hit my skin.

I looked out at the ...