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Selene didn’t move.
Neither did Kieran.
They stood there—a breath apart, a heartbeat away from something irreversible.
The night air crackled with tension, thick and unrelenting. The distant howls of patrolling Bloodmoon warriors echoed through the trees, but nothing could pull Selene’s focus from the golden eyes locked onto hers.
He wasn’t speaking.
Because he knew.
Knew that if he opened his mouth, if he gave her even an inch of honesty, he would break.
And Kieran Blackwood didn’t break.
But Selene?
Selene knew how to push him.
SELENE:
“You’re hesitating.”
Kieran clenched his jaw.
His hands curled into fists at his sides, the tension in his body coiled tight like a predator ready to strike.
KIERAN:
“You think you know me that well?”
Selene took a slow step closer, her voice quiet but unwavering.
SELENE:
“I know you better than anyone.”
His breath hitched.
Just barely.
Just enough for her to see the fracture in his resolve.
And that?
That was her opening.
Selene didn’t give him time to recover.
Didn’t give him a chance to build those walls back up.
SELENE:
“You don’t want this war.”
Kieran exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
KIERAN:
“It doesn’t matter what I want.”
Selene’s silver eyes flashed.
SELENE:
“It should.”
He let out a low, bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it.
Only frustration.
Only something broken.
KIERAN:
“You think it’s that simple?”
Selene lifted her chin.
SELENE:
“Yes.”
Kieran’s gaze burned.
KIERAN:
“Then you really don’t understand how this works.”
Selene’s jaw tightened. “No, Kieran. I understand perfectly.”
She took another step forward, until there was almost no space between them.
Until she could see every flicker of emotion in his eyes—the battle raging inside him.
And then, softly, deliberately—she went for the kill.
SELENE:
“Do you still love me?”
The words struck like lightning.
Kieran’s breath caught.
His entire body went rigid.
And Selene?
Selene waited.
Waited for the answer she already knew but needed to hear.
But Kieran?
Kieran did what he had always done.
He stayed silent.
Selene swallowed hard, her heart pounding.
Because that silence?
It wasn’t denial.
It was proof.
Proof that no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much pain had been carved between them—
Some things never died.
And that?
That was exactly why he was afraid.
She took a slow breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
SELENE:
“I already know the answer.”
Kieran exhaled, his hands trembling at his sides.
KIERAN:
“This war isn’t about us.”
Selene lifted a brow.
SELENE:
“Then why does it feel like it is?”
His golden eyes flickered—anger, pain, longing, regret.
He hated that she could see through him.
Hated that he couldn’t lie to her.
And Selene?
Selene wasn’t done.
SELENE:
“If you really wanted me dead, Kieran, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
His breathing was uneven now, his pulse hammering too fast.
She was right.
And they both knew it.
Then—suddenly, finally—he broke.
KIERAN:
“Damn you, Selene.”
Before she could react—before she could even think—
Kieran moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
One second, she was standing firm. The next, his hands were gripping her face, his mouth crashing down against hers, fierce and unrelenting.
Selene’s mind went blank.
Everything stopped.
The war. The past. The pain.
For one heartbeat—one perfect, shattering heartbeat—
There was only this.
Only Kieran.
Only the way his lips moved against hers—desperate, demanding, filled with too many emotions to name.
And Selene let him.
Let herself fall into the heat, the hunger, the rage tangled between them.
Because for all the battles they had fought—this was the only one that had never ended.
But then—
Reality came crashing back.
Selene shoved him away.
Breathing hard.
Chest heaving.
Heart shattering.
Kieran stumbled back, golden eyes wide, raw.
Neither of them spoke.
Because what was there to say?
He had crossed the line.
And Selene?
She had let him.
And now?
Now, there was no going back.
SELENE:
“You just made a mistake, Kieran.”
His breathing was uneven.
His hands still shaking.
But he didn’t deny it.
Because they both knew the truth.
This wasn’t a mistake.
This was the beginning of the end.
And whether they survived it or not—
Neither of them would ever be the same.