She tilted her head slightly, voice softening—but only just.
Mocking.
"Why get so angry when you're the one being played with, hmm? Isn't that how Selene first earned your trust? By misleading you? By keeping secrets?"
Azalea blinked. "Wait. She's… not wrong?"
Milena pressed on, relentless.
"You forgave her. Easily, in fact. But me? One twist, one mirror, and you snap."
My fists clenched. Selene still couldn't meet my eyes.
"And that," Milena finished, "is why you're so fascinating."
I didn't respond. I was too busy trying to decide whether to scream… or just walk away.
Azalea looked about ready to throw a shoe.
"Okay, seriously, what kind of messed-up game is this?!"
And Milena—of course—just gave a small laugh.
"The one you've all agreed to play."
