Chapitre 49: Chapter Forty-eight

♦Selena's POV♦

I sit cross legged on the sand, internally fuming, it was at moments like these that I wished I had tangible powers because right now I wanted to throw something.

It hurts to feel so helpless and there was a ball of darkness growing in the side of my heart where my love for mother was supposed to be, it was just so complicated.

A broken family built up on secrets.

I wonder how mother found out, which means  I should be counting down the hours to when Cyril would come for my memories, if she already knew about my plan to tell Dad it also meant she most likely knows about Dane.

Shit! I left him all by himself in the house.

I think, getting up to my feet in a panic.

"Looking for me?" Dane's voice halts my hurried movement and I'm so relieved that tears spring out of my eyes.