Selena barely had time to react before Damian lunged.
She twisted to the side as his claws slashed through the air, the wind from his attack brushing against her skin like the whisper of a blade. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stumbled backward, her mind racing.
This wasn’t Damian. Not truly.
The silver in his eyes was blinding, unnatural—too cold, too empty. The Damian she had fought beside, the man who had stood by her through fire and blood, was gone.
Or worse—he was trapped inside his own body, unable to fight back.
The queen’s laughter rang through the abyss, sharp as shattered glass. “Oh, Selena,” she mused, her tone dripping with cruel amusement. “Still clinging to hope?”
Selena ignored her, her focus locked on Damian.
He stood motionless, his chest rising and fall
