Seleyena's declaration rang out again, piercing and borderline hysterical. "I was the one who practically begged him! He—he didn't even pull me in. He just sat there and let me. You want the real truth? You want to scream at someone? Then scream at me!"
Thalia froze instantly mid-step.
Sluggishly, her tense hand fell away from the metal doorknob. She pivoted—only partially—her beautiful profile completely shadowed now, masking the internal turmoil.
Cruxius hadn't uttered a single syllable. His calculating stare remained locked solely on Thalia, utterly unmoving.
Seleyena stepped eagerly forward. She stared at the younger woman with a pathetic, trembling urgency.
