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We stood there, looking at each other in confusion. Selene had asked what we were supposed to talk about, but I had no idea. The queen had just brought me here, saying I needed to talk to someone who understood, and apparently, that someone was Selene. How did she understand my situation? I was about to ask when her son began to cry from the other room.
“Sorry about that,” Selene said. “Do you mind holding Cecilia?”
Before I could respond, she handed me her daughter and went to check on her son. I followed her into the other room, where she picked up her son and brought him over to us. Both children were adorable and looked very much like their parents. They had very light-colored hair and deep yellow eyes that reflected their strong, almost pure blood.
“He hates being away
