Selena
I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Really, I didn't. But when I saw Damian stumble into Odette's cottage looking like death warmed over, what was I supposed to do? Drive away like a good little she-wolf? Please.
As soon as he disappeared inside, I crept out of my car and tiptoed to the side of the cabin. The weathered wood was rough against my ear as I pressed it to the wall, holding my breath to catch every muffled word.
"...condition is worsening rapidly," Odette's gravelly voice drifted through. "Soon, even my potions won't be enough to keep the curse at bay."
Curse? My heart raced. What curse?
"How long do I have?" Damian's voice, usually so strong and commanding, sounded strained.
"Weeks, maybe. A month at most."
I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. Damian was d
