The scent of damp moss hung heavy in the air, thick with tension.
Selena walked through the servants’ passage, the hem of her cloak swaying with each determined step. Her face was calm, even pleasant, but beneath it brewed a storm of cruel satisfaction.
She had finally made up her mind.
Draka was gone. The palace was quiet. And Aria—sweet, stupid Aria was unprotected.
Time to act.
Her lips curled as she turned the corner, heading toward the corridor that led to the servant quarters. She hadn’t found Aria earlier, but that didn’t matter anymore.
Because she had help now.
The rogue lycan had returned to the outskirts of the forest that very morning, his black eyes glittering with promise. He’d seen Aria. Watched her. Recognized her scent.
“She’s the one Alpha Lucas is hunting,” he’d
