The room felt smaller than before.
Not physically but mentally.
Like the walls were slowly closing in.
Selene sat upright despite the dull ache in her shoulder, her thoughts moving faster than her body could keep up.
A woman.
Someone you’ve seen before.
Someone inside the house.
The words kept repeating in her head, looping over and over.
Across the room, Lucian stood near the window, silent and still but she could feel the shift in him.
He wasn’t waiting anymore.
He was thinking.
Planning.
Hunting.
“Say it,” Selene said suddenly.
Lucian didn’t turn.
“Say what?”
“The names in your head.”
There was a pause before he finally faced her.
“There aren’t many,” he admitted.
Selene felt her chest tighten.
“List them.”
He held her gaze.
“You won’t like it.”
Her jaw set.
“Try
