Selene’s POV

The office of Ms. Wren, my recently hired PR consultant, was as immaculate and clean as the woman herself. From the glass cabinets adorned with prizes and framed pictures of successful clients to the polished chrome workstation, every surface shone. I sat across from her, trying to stifle a boiling resentment as I sipped a sweet espresso that I had requested.

"Don't you want to be Luna?" Ms. Wren inquired in a tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather.

I squinted. "That isn't a question."

Her eyebrows were neatly shaped. "Then, to put it bluntly, you need the people on your side if you...