Michael's pov

She meant nothing, I told myself a hundred times.

I convinced myself that the sensation I experienced when she touched my wound and her blood sealed the silver inside of me was an accident. enduring. instinctive.

However, I never kept lying in my mouth for very long.

Selene was never able to get under my skin the way Matilda could. I felt nauseated just thinking about it. Selene had once been everything I believed I desired—fire, drive, and hunger. Nevertheless, her ...