Selene couldn’t sleep.
Not because of the bond though that was still there, a constant low hum in the back of her mind like tinnitus but make it magical. No, she couldn’t sleep because her brain wouldn’t shut up about everything Silas had said.
There’s a way to break the curse.
A ritual. Blood magic. Sacrifice.
Dorian had shut it down immediately, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth investigating. She wasn’t about to sit around waiting to die just because some broody werewolf king had decided it was too dangerous to try.
Fuck that.
She needed information. Real information, not the sanitized version Dorian wanted her to have.
Which meant she needed to find the library.
Every creepy supernatural fortress had a library, right? Preferably one with forbidden texts and ominous warnings
