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The door closed behind Caroline with a soft, final click.
Selene remained where she stood, robe gathered loosely around her shoulders. For a long moment, she didn't move. The room still carried traces of Alistair's presence—cold incense, iron and night, the faint pressure of power that refused to fade completely.
She exhaled slowly.
So that's how it is.
Caroline's words lingered, sharp and deliberate, meant to cut deeper than they appeared. Sweet blood. Virginity. Worth measured in taste and novelty. The logic of vampires—ancient, cruel, and transactional.
Selene walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back, eyes steady, lips pressed into a thin line. She looked… the same. No visible mark of loss. No brand carved into her skin. And yet, she knew something fundamental had shifted.
She touched the bloodstone at her throat.
It pulsed once—slow, deliberate.
"I'm still here," she whispered to herself.
And more importantly, so is he.
