The room they locked her in wasn’t built for comfort.
It was cold, stripped of anything unnecessary, the walls bare and unyielding. No windows. No sound. Just silence thick enough to press against the skin. A place meant to wear people down, to make them feel small.
But she didn’t look small.
Selene saw that the moment she stepped inside.
Lucian stood beside her, still and composed, his presence filling the room with quiet authority. The guards at the door remained alert, but there was tension in them now subtle, but real.
Because the woman sitting across from them didn’t look like a prisoner.
She looked exactly the same as before.
Calm.
Composed.
Untouched.
Like she wasn’t the one being held.
Like she was the one in control.
“You’re staring,” the woman said softly, her gaze sh
