Selene's Pov
TWO WEEKS AGO
The warehouse reeked of rust and rot. The kind of smell that clung to your clothes and never really left. It sat at the edge of nowhere, forgotten, collapsing in slow motion.
Selene was curled up on a stained mattress shoved into one corner. That was it. The only furniture in the whole damn place.
Home. For the past month, anyway. Ever since Dane threw her out.
Exile.
The word still burned. Still tasted bitter every time it crossed her mind.
They’d caught her. Proof and all, meetings with Viktor, information passed along piece by piece. She could still see Dane’s face when he confronted her. The rage, sure. But worse than that was the hurt. That look almost killed her more than his claws ever could have.
She’d expected death. Hell, she’d welcomed it.
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