Selene's point of view

Destroying something has a strange sense of fulfillment. It was truly an art form to see individuals scurry, their meticulously planned lives falling apart one by one. And I was a superb artist, Selene Monroe.

My current work of art was painfully unfinished, nevertheless. No matter how hard I tried, Marcus had turned into a closed book that I was unable to read. During our most recent public appearance, he had grinned at me and said all the appropriate things, but I could still sense it. The separation. the hesitancy. His heart was elsewhere, but he was doing what he had to do. Or rather, with...