What the hell is she doing?
Lugh frowned, eyes narrowing as he watched the slender figure outside flit through the courtyard shadows. Beneath the silvery wash of moonlight, Selaphiel Von Heim—commonly called Sela by her younger sisters—moved like a phantom across the manicured gardens.
She shivered.
A chill ran down her spine causing her to pause mid-step, glancing over her shoulder at the luminous windows of the distant manor. There was no one there.
Must've been my imagination
She thought, brushing the sensation away and continuing her elegant dance through the roses and hedges.
She was graceful, composed, but her steps carried the tension of someone running from something they couldn't quite name.
Lugh had ruined everything.
With his sudden reappearance and dramatic announcement, her chances of becoming heir to the Von Heim legacy had withered.
It should've devastated her. Instead, there was... relief. Quiet, shameful relief. She hated herself for it.
