For the next few days, everything seemed peaceful on the surface. During the day, Selena needed to rest, Alaric continued his habit of sleeping until noon, and I stuck to my usual routine. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
But only I knew the truth—every night, as darkness fell, my nerves stretched tight, dreading that danger could strike at any moment. Even sleep was restless. I was terrified that if I let my guard down, I would become Selena's next meal.
The constant stress took a visible toll on me. My face grew paler by the day. Then, ten days later, my phone rang. It was Cedric!
I answered the video call in a heartbeat. The moment Cedric saw me, his expression darkened.
"You look awful. What happened?"
I forced a bitter smile. How could I not look awful when I hadn't slept pr
