Selene’s POV

The stars felt closer up here.

I sat beside him, my knees bent and my hands folded between them.

The wind brushed through his hair, and his eyes brightened even in the dark.

“You said something about your mother…” I asked gently.

He was quiet for a while.

Then he said in a low tone, “She died the day I was born.”

I turned to him.

“She wasn’t supposed to,” he added, staring at the sky. “I wasn’t supposed to live either.”

“What do you mean?”

“She went to a strange woman. She said I wouldn’t survive the birth. My body wasn’t strong enough. So my mother made...