Iris
I almost expect Selina to shove me into oncoming traffic or something else that’s equally insane, but to my surprise, she smiles. Perhaps a little too widely, but it’s a smile nonetheless.
“Flora! Just the person I wanted to see.”
Before I can protest, Selina wraps her arm around my shoulders, whisking me away. “I’ve been hoping to have a chat with you,” she says, guiding me toward a nearby park bench as if we’re old friends meeting up to enjoy the afternoon sunshine. “I hope you have a moment.”
I furrow my brow. “Actually—” I start to tell her that I need to get home to Miles, but she cuts me off, clearly not caring that I have other places to be.
“It’s important,” she says, turning to me. It’s then that I see her eyes glimmer with that usual predatory gleam. Her
