CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER 30: THE FACE OF A GHOST (Selene’s POV) The door groaned as it swung open, the sound echoing through the chamber beyond. My pulse thundered in my ears, my body poised for an attack. But there was no enemy waiting. No trap springing shut. Just darkness. And then—a whisper. "Selene." My breath caught. The room was vast, the ceiling lost to shadows. Chains dangled from stone pillars, the air thick with the scent of old blood and damp rot. Torches flickered along the walls, casting just enough light to reveal the figure slumped in the center of the room. A man. Bound. Barely breathing. My feet moved before I could think. "No." Damian’s voice was sharp, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Because I knew that face. Under the bruises, the dirt, the tangled mess of dark hair—I k
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