5 Let\u2019s see how long she can keep it up\u00a0<\/p>\n
Selene\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment my head rose above the surface, air hit my lungs. I gasped, pulling it in greedily, trembling as the cold bit into my skin. My wet hair clung to my face, strands sticking to my lips, but none of it mattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was alive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oh gods, I was alive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was not only alive, but I remembered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I remembered every scream, every life, every betrayal, every time I\u2019d died. Even the moment I drove my own knife into my chest because of my mate and my sister. All of it flashed through my mind, but instead of breaking me, it made me smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A wild smile stretched across my face as I ran a trembling hand over my wet hair, pushing it back. My chest hurt from breathing, but I laughed like a madwoman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I finally had a chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god! Miss Selene!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The voice cut through my laughter. My heart dropped at the familiar sound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Impossible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to the shore, and there they were, faces I hadn\u2019t seen in years. The servants, my brothers, Sienna: Kane was already crouched beside her, Cross holding her as she coughed while they fussed over her, but none of it mattered. All I could see was the woman staring at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Evelyn.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My personal maid. Her face was exactly as I remembered. She was crying harder now, her hands trembling as she called to\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Selene, what are you still doing in the water? Come out before you get sick. Please,\u00a0<\/p>\n
come out!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at her, my lips parting. \u201cEvelyn\u2026\u201d I whispered. Her name felt strange in my mouth after all these years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, I couldn\u2019t move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Selene, please come here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I snapped out of it before finally swimming toward the shore. The water was heavy, but my limbs moved. I pulled myself out, drenched and shivering.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Evelyn rushed to me immediately, wrapping a thick blanket around my shoulders. Her arms came around me in a desperate hug.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank god you\u2019re okay,\u201d she breathed, voice trembling. \u201cI was so worried about you. Are you okay, Miss?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her warmth made me smile. I wanted to hug her back. But before I could, she pulled away abruptly, her eyes lowering to the\u00a0<\/p>\n
ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1-1 apologize for hugging you,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to touch a Moonborn.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looked terrified, as if I might strike her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart dropped when Evelyn stepped away from me. The blanket she had wrapped around me suddenly felt cold, as if her warmth had been snatched back with her retreat. I couldn\u2019t even blame her. How could I? This was my fault.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In my past lives, I had never cherished the ones who truly cared. My sweet, loyal Evelyn, I pushed her aside, ignored her kindness, and clung to snakes like Sienna, mistaking that for love. And yet, despite everything I did, despite all the times I wounded her with my selfishness, Evelyn never abandoned me. She stayed, and loved me. And in every lifetime, she died for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, I remembered everything. I knew who my real enemies were. I swore I would never make the same mistake again. Evelyn deserved better. And I would make sure she got it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMoonborn?\u201d A voice sneered from behind me, shattering the moment. \u201cWhat is this bitch saying? How is a curse a Moonborn? Miss Sienna is the true Moonborn. She is the true descendant of the priestess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slowly turned. The servants stood there, smug, their lips curled in disdain. They didn\u2019t even bother to hide it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at her, staring at us. Every time I see that cursed hair, I feel sick. She should have drowned.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
blinked. What was going on? How could I hear what they were saying when their mouths weren\u2019t even moving? My eyes\u00a0<\/p>\n
5 Let\u2019s see how long she can keep it up\u00a0<\/p>\n
darted between them, my heart hammering.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t mindlink. Only the Alpha and Luna had the right to grant that bond. These were just servants. Then how-\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh, why is she looking at me like she can hear what I\u2019m thinking?\u201d one woman muttered, smirking. \u201cImagine if she could read minds. Hah\u2026 that would be dangerous for everyone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gasped before I could stop myself. \u201cIs that it? Can I really read people\u2019s minds?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The maid\u2019s face drained of color. She stumbled back, stammering, \u201cH\u2013how-?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou!\u201d Her panic was cut short by Kane\u2019s voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The servants instantly lowered their heads as he strode forward, but his gaze never left me. His eyes blazed with fury, and I found myself straightening instinctively under the weight of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could speak, his hand lashed out. The crack echoed through the courtyard. My head snapped to the side, cheek burning hot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kane\u2019s fist clenched in the fabric of my drenched dress, dragging me closer until his breath was hot against my face. His growl vibrated in my bones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow dare you harm Sienna?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The slap burned. He struck me with everything he had, never mind that I was young and dripping wet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A\u00a0<\/p>\n
In my past life, he had done the same. My face had swollen so badly I spent a week in the hospital before it healed. He wanted to break me, but I didn\u2019t cry or even flinch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pain had been my tutor across lifetimes. Compared to what I\u2019d endured, this was nothing more than a bruise I could swallow. I turned my head slowly and met his gaze as if nothing had happened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d I asked, my voice low.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kane\u2019s face went blank for a moment. He looked surprised at how calm I was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018What is this? Why is she so calm?\u2018 he thought, his lips unmoving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When my silence continued, he exploded. \u201cWhat am I even doing? What are you, stupid? Are you blind? Can\u2019t you see what you did to Sienna? You\u2019re not even scared or ashamed. Why would you push her in the river? Are you jealous that she\u2019s better than you? If anything happens to my sister, I will fucking kill you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He ranted while I watched with indifference. My eyes dropped to Sienna, who was still unconscious as Cross tried to wake her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Ha. She deserved that slap. This will prove no one loves a cursed girl like her. I\u2019ll stay unconscious long enough for big brother Kane to kill her. She should just die.\u2019 Sienna\u2019s thought echoed in my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I almost laughed. A smirk tugged at my lips. My sweet sister, playing the victim while scheming in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s see how long she can keep it up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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