Selene lay on her back, staring at the intricately carved ceiling of the bedchamber. This was a new experience, one she hadn't dared to imagine just weeks ago—lying in bed beside someone for hours.
She was still trying to get used to sitting beside people, particularly Isolde and Blaize, but this was different.
This was intimate in a way that had nothing to do with romance.
This was the closeness of a friend, a sister even. She had never known what it might feel like to have a kind sister, not like her own stepsister, Coral, whose cruelty had been a constant torment. Coral had been less of a sister and more of a blood-sucking torturer. But here, with Blaize, a warmth spread through her, a sense of safety she hadn't felt in years.
