Selena’s breath hitched as she stared at the woman in black.
She had followed them.
The abyss should have sealed behind them, closing off the darkness, the whispers, the endless pull—but no. Something had come through. And it stood there now, on the fractured ground, gazing at Selena with quiet amusement.
Damian’s grip on Selena’s shoulders tightened. She felt the tremor in his hands, the barely restrained fury simmering beneath his skin.
The woman smiled. “You thought you could leave without consequence?” Her voice was smooth, edged with something ancient, something absolute. “The abyss does not release its chosen so easily.”
Selena swallowed hard. The echoes of the abyss still clung to her skin, whispers curling around the edges of her mind, beckoning, waiting. Her body still felt…
