At the dining table —
The breakfast was peaceful —not much conversation, but a sense of quiet comfort lingered in the air. Even amidst the silence, Aiden hadn't forgotten to pick out a few things for Arwen's plate, ensuring she had her favourites before tending to his own.
And all of it —every small, thoughtful gesture —was unbearable for Selene.
Especially when her eyes landed on the faint red mark peeking out from Aiden's collar —a mark she recognized instantly for what it was —and one that he didn't even care to hide.
Her blood boiled.
Arwen must have done it on purpose. Just to show her, just to rub in her face.
Selene gritted but kept her composure, unwilling to let her emotions show. She wasn't willing to give Arwen any pleasure.
Aiden belonged to her, and sooner or later, she would make Arwen accept it as well.
