Selene's point of view

The restaurant was the epitome of subtle elegance, with its gold-accented decor and marble floors that exuded exclusivity and riches. The murmur of courteous conversation and the occasional clink of fine dinnerware were barely discernible over the soft classical music playing in the background.

Naturally, I was fashionably late. Being the focus of attention, even for a short time, was a power move that most of these human socialites were unaware I was doing, and timing was crucial when you were playing the kind of game I was.

As I walked in, Victoria Greaves greeted me with a broad, well-groomed smile and said, "Selene." She got...