Hailey stepped through the cloth partition, her boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor as she took in the dimly lit room with that familiar spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. Selene sat upright on the low bed, her white hair spilling like frost over her shoulders, her gaze fixed on the entrance as if expecting someone else entirely. Hailey's grin widened immediately when their eyes met, and without a moment's pause, she strode forward and wrapped her arms around Selene's shoulders in a swift, exuberant hug.
"How are you doing?" Hailey asked, her voice carrying a teasing warmth that made it hard to tell whether she truly wanted an answer or just wanted to hear her own cheer in the hush of the room.
She was acting like she had forgotten what Fang had just told her.
