Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 812

“Fine,” she finally relented.

I let my shoulders relax. I left the ballroom moments later and found a maid who was traveling to the kitchen. I politely introduced myself because I hadn’t met this one yet, and I asked if she could bring tea to Miss Irene in the ballroom. She happily did as she was told, and I went back to the ballroom to find Selene standing a distance away from Irene, both of them refusing to look at one another.

Irene was still simmering in her own misery, and Selene looked as beautiful as ever.

“Okay,” I said as I approached them. “I’m going to speak with Selene now, and we won’t be long,” I told Irene. “Will you be okay here?”

“I’m not a child,” Irene muttered.

“Then stop acting like one,” I said through my teeth, unable to help myself.

She flinched at my words but said nothing more as I walked with Selene out of the ballroom. Once we were at a safe distance from Irene and other wandering ears, Selene turned to me.

“Last night, I had a dream… and you were in it,” she started to say, making my heart stutter in my chest. “I knew I had to come see you right away. I’ve learned from my past that I cannot ignore dreams. I come from a line of Seers, and in my family, dreams usually mean truth.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“You dreamt of me?”

She nodded.

“You were standing under the full moon,” she said, steadily. “You wore a pendant that I recognized. Something that had been taken from our family long ago. The Moon Gem. It glowed on your chest like it knew you. You lifted your hands and light moved with them—like a tide. It wasn’t wild but controlled. You were controlling it, and you weren’t afraid. You looked brave and knowing.”

My mouth goes dry. I tried to make no facial expression as I listened to her speak, but I’m afraid I failed miserably.

“In this dream,” she continued. “Someone tried to take it—a shadow of a sort. The gem burned them. But it never burned you.”

I force out a laugh, but it just sounds awkward and unnatural.

“That sounds cinematic. Did I at least look good?” I asked, giving my best attempt at humor.

“Yes,” she replied, not taking the bait. “You looked like yourself.”

We stand in silence for a moment longer; my mind a whirlwind of thoughts, and I wasn’t even sure what to make of all of this. I had no idea where she was going with this, and whether it was something I needed to follow.

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