Two days after the conversation with Damian, Selene received another note from Alaric.
"East garden. Midnight. Urgent."
She went despite knowing she shouldn't. Despite the warning bells ringing in her head. Despite everything that had changed since their last meeting.
She went because Alaric was family. The only family she had left. And she needed to talk to someone about the confusion eating her alive.
The night air was crisp and cool as she slipped through the castle corridors, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens. Her footsteps were silent on the stone floors, a skill perfected over eight years of training. The moon hung full and bright overhead, casting silver light through the tall windows and painting everything in shades of gray and white.
