Selene threw herself back into her training when they returned to the cult. It was easier that way—easier than thinking, easier than feeling. The changes in her body were undeniable. She was stronger, faster, sharper. The power Jack had granted her pulsed in her veins like a second heartbeat, and she felt herself evolving with every strike and battle.
But no matter how hard she trained, she couldn't get him out of her head.
Jack was everywhere—not physically—he was a god, always busy with his own affairs. But his presence lingered in her mind, a constant taunting whisper she couldn't silence. She could still feel the heat of his touch from that day, how his fingers had closed around hers and set her soul ablaze.
She had spent months honing herself into a weapon, into a warrior who relied on no one but herself. And yet, a single moment with him had unraveled everything.
She hated it.
She loved it.
Days passed. Then weeks.
