Selena’s POV
I leaned against the deserted hunting lodge at the end of no-one's land which had been my home for a while. It wasn’t anything fancy — drafty, cold, barely furnished — but it was enough for me. No one would ever suspect to search for me here, and it afforded me a place where I could communicate with my spies without attracting attention.
"What news?" I wrote as one of my paid spies made his way in the secret back door.
"The Lycan survives," he announced, his tone meticulously void of inflection. “They were saved by the antidote, which a witch brought. He’s expected to fully recover.”
I felt my carefully guarded composure crack, if only for a second. Alive. Lucien was well, and that meant my meticulously constructed plan had failed once more.
"And the girl?" I demanded, tr
