CHAPTER 39: THE EDGE OF CONTROL
(Selene’s POV)
The city was too quiet.
Damian and I moved through the darkened streets, the shadows stretching long beneath the glow of flickering lanterns. My senses were sharper than ever—the night hummed around me, every sound amplified, every movement traced in perfect clarity.
I should have felt powerful.
Instead, I felt wrong.
Like something inside me was waiting to snap.
I clenched my fists, forcing my focus back on the mission. Find Devereaux. End him. That was all that mattered.
Damian walked beside me, silent but watchful. He hadn’t stopped watching since we left.
I hated it.
Hated the way he studied me—not like I was weak, but like he was waiting for something to break.
I didn’t have time for this.
"We need a faster route," I muttered,
