Malia sat at her desk, the glow of her computer screen the only light in the otherwise dim room. She had been working late, trying to sort through the mess that was her business. Things had been going well—too well, she had thought—until Selene's shadow started creeping back into her life, first with subtle threats and now with outright sabotage.
She could feel it, like the heavy weight of an invisible hand pressing down on her, threatening to crush everything she'd built. Selene wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. Malia could tell. It wasn't just the public threats or the occasional run-ins at social events. Selene's tactics were more insidious, more calculated. She was playing a game, a dangerous one, and Malia was the pawn.
