Malia sat behind her desk, her fingers drumming absent-mindedly on the surface, eyes staring into the abyss of her laptop screen, though she wasn't really seeing anything. The past few weeks had been a fragile peace—a calm that seemed almost too good to be true. Nixus was still working to prove himself, slowly earning her trust with each passing day. Every day, they grew a little closer, and every day she was more convinced that maybe, just maybe, they could find a new path together.
But Malia had learned long ago that peace was often temporary, especially in her world.
The phone on her desk rang, pulling her from her thoughts. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but her intuition told her it was important. She answered it before the first ring could finish.
"Malia?" The voice on the other end was familiar, and it sent a chill through her.
Selene.
