Angel’s POV)
Steel returned at dusk. The last gold of the sun clung to his shoulders, dust streaking his jeans. His face looked carved from something harder than stone.
Angel was standing by the outer fence, checking the night patrol rotations, when he strode toward her. The camp was quieter than usual, still restless, but the noise of celebration after fight night had given way to unease.
"Selina's gone."
Angel froze. “Gone?”
“Executed in Dragonstone,” he replied, voice even. “Judgment from the Golden Dragon himself. Burned before the crowd. It’s done.”
Angel searched his face. He didn’t look triumphant. He looked tired.
"She deserved it," I said.
Steel nodded. “She did. But Carlos…” He trailed off, rubbing a hand through his hair. “He’s taking it hard. I haven’t seen him since we
