Selene didn't linger at the window after Zephyr left. Instead, she got into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin, her mind replaying her recent encounter with the Alpha. Something about him had shifted. He no longer seemed so purely wicked. She could sense it.
He seemed more nonchalant now. And very hard to read.
Selene wasn't sure how she felt about that. She hated that she enjoyed the change in his tone, the way his glares had become less frequent. He still treated her as if she were invisible most of the time, and for some reason, she preferred that to the constant, seething hatred that had once been so obvious. It was still there, but now it had its moments of absence.
