“Selene, don’t do this,” Faye’s voice whispered urgently in my mind, soft but firm. “Elias is playing you.”
I stood over Ronan, the silver dagger trembling slightly in my hand, but not because I was afraid of him. No—I was furious at myself for even thinking about listening to Elias’s offer.
Ronan groaned beneath me, his body still weak from absorbing the blast Elias had thrown at him. His eyes fluttered open slowly, locking onto mine with a mix of pain and something else—something that made my chest tighten, even now.
“Don’t listen to him,” Ronan rasped, coughing as he tried to sit up. “He’ll use your power, Selene. He’ll destroy everything.”
I don’t understand why Ronan still cares about me this much.
I thought he didn’t want to see me again—that he hated me and regretted ever meeti
