Selene's Point of view

Her penthouse suite was dark except for the soft light emanating from a single ornate lamp, which cast golden shadows on her walls. Standing at the window, a glass of wine clutched in her hand, Selene looked out over the city with a mind in turmoil, a raging tempest of desperation and anger. The lights of the metropolis far below her glistened, starlike in their depth, mocking her with their disinterest.

Once more, Marcus has been avoiding her.

He had done it so politely over the years that it wasn't unusual, but somehow this time it felt different. One thing was for sure from his cruelty...