Aria tilted her head slightly, a small, humorless smile curving her lips. "Then prove it."
For a moment, Selene froze, her carefully crafted façade slipping just enough to reveal the flash of insecurity in her eyes. But she recovered quickly, her expression twisting into one of rage.
"You're going to regret crossing me," Selene hissed before storming out, her threats hanging heavy in the air.
Later that night, Aria paced her room, the confrontation replaying in her mind. She hated the way Selene's words lingered, planting seeds of doubt she didn't want to acknowledge.
A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, Dante stepped inside, his presence filling the space with a quiet intensity.
"She's trying to rattle you," he said simply, as if reading her mind.
Aria looked up at him, her guard faltering for just a moment. "And if she's right?"
