Selene's words dripped like venom, curling around Nixus's thoughts and choking out reason. She had always known how to play the game, wielding her beauty and cunning like finely honed weapons. This time, her target was clear, and her moves deliberate.
"She's smart, I'll give her that," Selene said, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. They were seated in his office—her uninvited, as usual—but the air around her was charged with purpose. "But don't you think it's odd how Malia's suddenly rubbing shoulders with your rivals? People who've openly declared they'd love nothing more than to see you fail?"
Nixus didn't take the bait immediately. He leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on her. "Get to the point, Selene. What are you trying to say?"
