The ride back to the city was nowhere near as pleasurable as the other trips Selene had taken with them. It wasn’t that the men were ignoring her—Ethan’s hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along the inside of it. Cole sat opposite her, his long legs stretched out so his feet brushed hers, and Zach had his shadows stroking along her skin in that strange, intensely intimate way only he could manage.
But the carriage was quiet. Too quiet.
“So… what now?” Selene asked, desperate to break the tense silence.
“We have to meet with the council at the Summit and warn them about the sacrifices,” Cole sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We don’t know many rituals that require humans as offerings, but they might know something that will help.”
Ethan scoffed.
