Matilda's pov

As I left the hallway, the chilly night air touched my skin, but it didn't calm the storm inside of me. The laughing had long since been replaced by Selene's unexpected appearance, and the feast had grown weary and the stories had been spoken cautiously.

I even tried to breathe evenly, and I walked with purpose and a heavy foot. if not so deep was Selene's word, I still recalled the silence of Michael rocking in my ears. He had not denied her quickly enough, not firmly ...