Matilda's pov

The darkness weighed heavily against my room's walls, and the silence was too complete to comfort me. These past few evenings, sleep had turned against me.

When I closed my eyes, I saw people with their twin knives shimmering in the moonlight, Selene's ghost shadow that I had heard in my ears, and Michael's blue and white eye sparkle.

I rolled over and decided to go to sleep while continuing to wrap the blanket around myself to protect myself from the cold.

My arm scar ...