The mansion pulsed with shadows that night. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind against the windows carried a warning. Selene moved through the halls silently, hand pressed to the wall, eyes sharp in the dim light. Her body still throbbed from the attack, but adrenaline sharpened her senses. She needed answers. Proof.
Lucian had gone to the study earlier, supposedly reviewing security footage, but Selene knew him. The calm, controlled exterior hid a storm beneath a storm capable of unbridled destruction if provoked. Last night had shown her just how far he would go for her.
She paused at the staircase, listening. Silence stretched too long, too still. Danger lurked nearby, closer than she dared imagine. Her gaze flicked to Rafe’s office. His presence was a mystery. Sele
