Silas felt a primal urge to storm back to the Organization and demand an explanation. If they had already planted him by Selena’s side, why send another?
But the question answered itself before it could even leave his throat.
The Organization no longer fully trusted him. Or rather, they had never trusted any weapon they forged. They always kept a second blade hidden in their sleeve. As Silas ran through the dying embers of the night, a cold sweat slicked his spine. How many others have already seeped into the manor like ink in water?
The thought drove him back to the estate at a breakneck pace.
The morning sun brought no warmth to the room as Silas delivered his report.
Selena remained silent. She toyed with the scrap of cloth he had recovered, her fingertip tracing the edge of the bl
