Selene's smile deepened at my response, the faint glow of amusement dancing in her brown eyes. "Are you a wise person then?" she asked, her voice smooth, almost indulgent.
I didn't answer immediately.
Instead, I met her gaze directly.
Silent.
Unwavering.
Cold.
"It is not that easy to find that out," I said finally, my tone steady, devoid of embellishment.
Selene's expression didn't waver, but I caught the small shifts—the way her pupils flickered slightly as she assessed me, the way her breathing remained measured, as if ensuring she was in complete control of every micro-expression. Her amusement hadn't faded, but something beneath it had sharpened.
She was searching.
Looking for something in me.
Something she couldn't quite place.
And I? I was watching her right back.
