Salome’s POV
“Why are you hiding in the dark like a ghost?”
The voice pulled me out of the shadows. Jeremiah stood a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the silver moonlight. He had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking as calm and immovable as a mountain. The light caught the edge of his jaw and the cold glint in his eyes.
I didn't answer right away. I just leaned against the cold stone of the railing. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. “You got exactly what you wanted. The revenge is done.”
I tried to find a smile, or even a sarcastic remark, but my muscles wouldn't cooperate. There was a hollow space in my chest where my triumph was supposed to be. “I’m just tired, Jeremiah,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m exhausted dow
