Selene's pov

Once more, I caught them chuckling.

As if they had known each other for years, Matilda and Maya stood beside the fire pit. Matilda's hair caught the orange light as the smoke curled about them. Maya was giggling at something she said, her hand resting on her arm. genuine laughter. Simple, brilliant, and unprotected.

Something inside of me twisted as a result.

I hated the sound because it was true. I had never laughed so much before. Not since Michael's icy stare. Not since I ...