Selene's POV
Helena's eyes narrowed. I watched her mouth begin to form the word again, slowly, like she wanted me to see it coming.
But then her hand came up at the same time.
I didn't think. I didn't pause. I didn't weigh it or consider it or give myself time to talk myself out of it.
I grabbed the glass of orange juice sitting on the table beside me and threw it directly into her face.
The liquid hit her across the nose and mouth and dripped down the front of that stained red dress, darkening the fabric, running in thin rivulets along her jaw and chin.
Helena stood completely still, her hand still half raised, her mouth still half open around the word she had been about to say. The shock was so complete it had frozen her entirely. She looked like a woman who had never, in her enti
