Selene was still trying to make sense of how the story had progressed into a vampire romance school arc.
Not that she disliked it.
Progress, after all, was still progress—even if it came wrapped in silk-lined coffins, crimson-eyed students, and whispered rumors that curled through the air like incense smoke.
She had learned long ago not to question the shape of fate too closely. It twisted when it wished, and those who resisted often paid for it in blood or madness.
Still… a school.
She might have laughed, had the thought not felt so strange in her chest.
The Coven of Midnight was not merely hidden behind illusion or tucked away in some forgotten corner of the mortal realm.
No—Selene was supposed to know this by now. It existed in an entirely different dimension, severed from human time and space by ancient arcane laws that only the oldest beings still remembered.
Crossing into it had felt less like travel and more like being unmade.
