CHAPTER 37: THE DARKNESS AT MY HEELS
(Selene’s POV)
The air still crackled where Devereaux had vanished, the space heavy with the weight of his parting words.
"You were remade."
I forced a breath through my teeth, my fingers curling at my sides.
I wasn’t a fool.
I knew what he had done wasn’t just some spell.
It wasn’t something I could shake off, something that would fade with time.
It was inside me now.
Breathing. Pulsing. Waiting.
Damian was close, his warmth anchoring me, his golden eyes searching mine. He hadn’t spoken since Devereaux disappeared.
Neither had I.
Because there were no words for this.
No easy answers.
And he knew it.
"Selene," he said at last, quiet, careful.
I met his gaze, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I’m fine."
His jaw tightened. "You don’t have
