Selene's POV
“Throwing away my cover, you say? What if I get recognized?”
“That’s actually true, but we have no choice right now." Dara said, her tone tense. "Dark might go on a rampage—he's totally furious and... he’s been asking for you."
My heart skipped a beat.
“But you don’t have to worry." She added quickly. "I told him you were sick.”
I smiled briefly with a nod. “Let me get changed, then.”
“Selene,” Silas called, stepping forward with a folded letter. “Lady Havana asked me to give you this.”
Already knowing what it would entail, I took the letter and dropped it on the bed.
“We’ll head to the hall. You just dress up quickly and meet us there,” Dara said, and I nodded again.
I changed into a plain gown and tied on a mask, hiding my face.
After breathing in deeply, I walked
