I kissed her. Once. Twice. Desperately. But for the first time, my kiss doesn’t help.
Hold on, little wolf. Just hold on.
The entrance to the stables comes into view. I slow down, check for witnesses, then slip through the shadows toward the palace’s back corridors. A few servants glance up, startled, but I’m past them before they can ask questions.
I take the back stairs three at a time, Selene’s weight nothing compared to the terror clawing at my chest. The hallways are blessedly empty this time of night; everyone is either at the festival or already in bed.
I burst into my quarters and lay her on the bed as gently as my trembling hands allow. Her skin is ice beneath my palms. I grab blankets and pile them on top of her, my mind racing with the need to fix this.
“Selene.” I cup her
