Selena POV:
I should have asked Denver what he meant.
Instead, I followed him.
Something in the way he had said those words—remind the palace—left very little room for argument. Not because he had ordered me to obey, but because the calm certainty in his voice made it clear he had already made up his mind.
The moment we stepped into the main corridor of the palace, several passing servants lowered their heads respectfully.
Denver didn’t slow.
His stride was steady, purposeful, and I had to move quickly to keep pace beside him as we walked through the wide stone halls.
“Denver,” I said quietly, trying again, “what exactly are we doing?”
He glanced at me briefly.
“Fixing something.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”
I exhaled through my nose in
