SELENEA’S POV
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting gold across the hardwood, warming my legs as I sat on the bed, my back pressed against the headboard, the sheets bunched around my hips. Lukas had led me here after Ryker’s lies, his hand steady on my waist, his voice low, urging me to stay, promising he’d be back. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving silence thick and heavy, my boots scuffing the floor as I shifted, my hands twisting the blanket, threads fraying under my nails. My chest ached, my pulse thudding, memories of Ryker crashing in—his gray eyes glinting, his smile soft, then his claws tearing, blood pooling hot, the cliff swallowing me whole.
My breath hitched, my fingers digging deeper, the blanket ripping faint. I saw our first meeting, Tenebrous’s gardens wi
