#Chapter 57: Media Training

Iris I almost expect Selina to shove me into oncoming traffic or something else that’s equally insane, but to my surprise, she smiles. Perhaps a little too widely, but it’s a smile nonetheless. “Flora! Just the person I wanted to see.” Before I can protest, Selina wraps her arm around my shoulders, whisking me away. “I’ve been hoping to have a chat with you,” she says, guiding me toward a nearby park bench as if we’re old friends meeting up to enjoy the afternoon sunshine. “I hope you have a moment.” I furrow my brow. “Actually—” I start to tell her that I need to get home to Miles, but she cuts me off, clearly not caring that I have other places to be. “It’s important,” she says, turning to me. It’s then that I see her eyes glimmer with that usual predatory gleam. Her smile is still firmly in place, but her voice is like a snake’s hiss as she says in a slightly lower voice, “We need to talk. Now.” I hesitate, but finally relent, folding my arms. I d