Marcus lifted his head in alarm as he saw Selene's hand slowly peek over the edge of the shelf. Her round nails began sliding out into sharp talons. "Our days of playing are far gone, Marcus, come out." She called out, her voice icy and mocking. Injured as he was, Marcus was beginning to feel scared. He might have made a foolish choice of a hiding spot. A spark of hope came, though, when her hand slid off, and her footsteps retreated away from him.