The rooftop went black.
Selene didn’t move.
Neither did Darius.
For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence and the sound of the wind howling around the building, brushing Selene’s hair against her cheek. Then a faint buzz. Emergency lighting flickered to life overhead, bathing them in a dim, red glow that turned Darius’s face into something carved from heat and shadows.
She took a step back.
“You used to work for Lazarus?” Her voice was low, coiled tight.
"I don't lie to you," he said, sounding roughly, his jaw was tense. “I didn't tell you everything. That’s not the same.”
“Don’t play semantics with me, Darius.” Her eyes burned. “You said he wanted you dead. You didn’t say you used to be his damn soldier.”
Darius didn’t move closer. Instead, he dragged a hand through his ha
