The story broke on a Wednesday.
I was in the middle of writing when Cassian's text arrived, which was how most things arrived now, through Cassian first, with the particular economy of a man who understood that the first thirty seconds of receiving bad news mattered as much as the news itself.
New story. Selene's source. Don't read the comments. Call me when you're ready.
I put down the page I was working on. I picked up my phone. I read the story.
It was sophisticated in a way that Julian Cross's pieces had not been, which told me it had been constructed by someone who had studied what worked and what didn't. The source was described as someone close to both Lucien and Selene, intimate enough to have been present during their relationship, credible enough that the publication had run
