The forest had grown quieter after the Darkbreeds finished their hunt, but the silence did not bring peace.
If anything, it made the thoughts inside my head louder.
I sat beneath the massive roots where Krager had hidden us, staring through the narrow gaps at the dim silver glow of the moon filtering through the trees. Somewhere beyond those woods stood Silvercrest.
My home.
My prison.
And inside its stone walls was my son.
Zach.
The image of his small face looking at me with fear and disgust stabbed deeper than any wound I carried.
You are the bad woman.
His words had not been shouted in anger. They had been spoken with innocent certainty. The kind of certainty only a child manipulated by lies could carry.
He believed Selene was his mother.
And I had run away.
My hands curled
