Selene’s POV
Tomorrow.
I say the word in my head the way you say something you are trying to make feel real by repeating it. It does not feel real. Twenty-four hours ago we had thirty days and a plan that needed compressing and last night we compressed it and now we have tomorrow and no plan at all, just whatever Halsey put in a preliminary report an hour ago and sent to a council that apparently does not believe in giving people time to breathe.
“Why would she file preliminary findings already,” I say. “She has been here less than a day.”
Lucian is still looking at his phone. “She said my report will reflect what I found here.” He sets it down. “She found enough to file something. Whether that something is in our favour or against us—”
“If it were against us she would not have filed
