“Uh, no,” I said, and pulled my hand from hers, not liking at all how quickly she tried to remove me from the room.
“My pet remains with me,” Selene said, never removing her eyes from Adamantia. “Out with it,” she demanded, and Adamantia laughed.
“Marchioness or not, I’m still your aunt and elder. You will show me respect,” she reprimanded.
Selene’s hands fisted and she frowned.
“I am Marchioness, and to be your Queen. You will not keep any details of the goings-on of Ardens from me. It is I who is experiencing disrespect here, Aunt,” she hissed in response.
“I feel it would be best if Percy was not here for this,” Sasha said.
“I agree with my love,” Adamantia said. “Send the girl away, and then we’ll speak.”
The growl that Selene unleashed was fierce and loud.
“Percy ismine,” she warned. “You will not tell me what to do with what is mine. Anything you have to say can be said while in her presence.”
“Very well,” Adamantia took another sip. “A photograph of Percy was found on the body,” she said.
“A photo of me?” I asked.
Sasha took my hand again and squeezed.
“Why would they have a photo of me?” I questioned.
“Exactly the question,” Adamantia said.
It hit me so fast I felt nauseous.
“Percy?” Selene asked, already out of her chair and at my side.
I turned to her and gripped the fabric of her jumper sleeve.
“Do you think—it’s not—he wouldn’t be so stupid. Neither of them. I need to see them, to know,” I was rambling. I felt like I would throw up.
“What’s the matter?” Sasha asked.
I watched Selene’s face screw up in disgust.
“Percy has a shifter friend who is obsessed with her. She is worried for him,” she answered, and pulled her arm away from me. “I will view the body and check if it’s the boy,” she stated.
“No!” I said quickly, reaching out for her, but she stepped back. “Please, I need to see for myself,” I told her.
I wasn’t sure if Selene would tell me even if it was Dylan—she hated him so much. Even the mention of him had her pulling away from me, and the rejection stung.
“A lack of trust?” Selene asked, and looked away from me.
“No, I just have to know for sure, for myself,” I said.
Selene walked away from me and the table.
“What are you waiting for? Come,” she said as she headed for the door.
I stumbled from my chair to follow her.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I caught up to her.
“To the morgue,” she stated.
