Selena’s POV
The torn remnants of fabric lay sprawled across the table, and I could not resist the wry smile that tugged at my lips, admiring how perfectly everything had fallen into place. The very clothes Lena had worn to meet Ash, now stained with the evidence of his obsessive desire, the blood fading into the pattern wherever he had been too rough in his desperate attempt to stake his claim. Everything was precisely as I required it, the ideal weapon to shatter whatever deteriorating remnants of hope lingered within Lucien’s pathetic heart.
I sighed, cradling the clothes against my chest adoringly, “Beautiful… truly, absolutely beautiful.”
I had tracked them to a remote inn – I had followed Ash, tracking him through the forest with the ease of someone who had been hunting for cent
