#Chapter 24 The Funeral

Selene’s POV “What is this?” I choke, my heart racing as I stare down at the reward flier. “Nothing.” Bastien reaches for the paper, but I lean back over the armrest until I’m on the verge of falling. I may not be able to extend my arms past his reach, but I trust he’ll choose catching me over reclaiming the page. Luckily he does exactly that, clamping his hands on my hips to keep me anchored while I twist my body away from him. “It’s clearly something.” “Selene, stop that.” He admonishes, pulling me back into the chair, “You’re going to hurt yourself.” With a huff I obey, waving the flier in front of his nose. “How long have you known about this? Where did you find it, how long has this been going on?” Bastien sighs, “Sweetheart this is why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry for nothing. I’m handling it.” “If it were nothing you wouldn’t need to handle it.” I reason sharply, squirming to escape his lap and failing. “And what exactly does