Far beneath the glittering streets of Oldtown, in the city’s deepest veins, Selena waited.
Far below the human world lay a place that smelled of iron, oil, and secrets.
Here, in Mayor D’Arville’s hidden bunker, the walls seemed to breathe. Old tunnels merged with new technology—screens flickered with live feeds from above. Each was a window into the restless city where magic bled through mortal skin.
Selena sat naked before the monitors.
Her beauty was obscene in its precision. Porcelain skin glowed blue beneath the light. Her eyes were like fractured gems. The faint sigil of her lineage pulsed beneath her collarbone. She didn’t bother with clothing; the bunker was hot with machinery and darker things that required no modesty.
Her gaze swept the feeds: flames consuming Ragnar’s kissed
