-Selene-
I sat in my father’s office, rubbing my temples as I replayed the meeting with the doctor in my mind. The headache I’d developed was worsening with each passing minute. I had been in this state for three hours, and although dinner was being prepared by the servants, I had no appetite despite my stomach’s loud growling.
“… Selene?” I looked up to see my sister standing in front of me, on the other side of the desk. She had her hands on her hips and a helmet in one hand. Her leather jacket and ripped jeans contrasted sharply with her red hair, which fell in strong curls down her back.
“Sorry? What did you say?”
Her annoyed expression softened when she saw my condition. “When was the last time you slept?” she asked.
I tried to remember but couldn’t. “I’m not sure.”
She crossed
