The dim light barely reached the cluttered space, illuminating the dust that hung thick in the air. Though they were alone and Selene's back was turned, Matias felt eyes watching him. He forced himself to relax, adjusting his rigid posture and unclenching the fist at his side.
I have to hide my feelings. It's harder to be objective when it comes to Alek, but I need to be impassive right now. She's testing me still.
Selene idly hemmed and hawed within the alcove, swaying slightly as she remained rooted in place. Her gaze flicked over the odd assortment of objects on the shelves. He wasn't sure what she intended by her lesson, but he understood she meant to demonstrate something firsthand. Every movement she made was deliberate, unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world. Even her posture exuded an air of amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse before the final pounce.
