LYRA

Selene moved like a predator, circling us with an amused look on her face. Her silk gown flowed against the stone path, the sound somehow more menacing than footsteps would have been. She took her time, studying us from every angle like we were pieces on a game board she was learning to play.

Riven immediately stepped forward, placing himself partially between us. "Selene, this isn't—"

"Isn't what?" She tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "Isn't you sneaking around with one of ...