I did know that.
That was the thing that made it hard. If Selene had gloated, if she had come to me smug in her stolen crown, I could have hated her cleanly. But she had ridden half a day alone, weeping, to tell me a truth I already knew: that our father had made pieces of both of us, and she had simply been the piece he chose to keep.
"Why did you follow me, Selene," I said. "You are the Luna now. You have what everyone in that pack believes is the better life. Why ride half a day to cry in front of the sister you replaced?"
"Because I do not want it." The words came out of her in a rush, as though she had been holding them behind her teeth the whole ride. "I do not want the crown, or the pack, or him. Damon does not love me, Aria. He never looked at me the way he looked at you across
