Iris
Selina.
It’s been months since I’ve seen her in person, and my first instinct is to turn around and go back inside the orphanage. I have no desire to speak with her after everything she’s done, and even if I did, we made an agreement: she would stay away from me and my family unless absolutely necessary.
Then again, I suppose I should have expected to run into her here at the orphanage, where she’s been diligently putting in community service hours. I can’t really fault her for that, but I’m not going to engage.
“Come on, little wolf,” I mutter, tugging Miles toward our car where Emi is waiting. “Let’s go home.”
“I saw the news,” Selina calls after me. “Quite the spectacle you’ve made of yourself.”
I stiffen but keep walking.
“I just wanted to warn you abou
