The silence that followed the voice was suffocating.
Smoke curled through the ruined room, the air heavy with the scent of power and fear. My heart pounded as I stared into the shadows, searching for the source of that voice—the one that had haunted my dreams and whispered my doom.
Lucien groaned first, pushing himself off the cracked wall. Darius followed, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes flickering like wildfire. But neither of them looked at me. They looked at her.
Because she was no longer just a whisper.
The air shimmered, and out of the darkness stepped a woman woven from moonlight and smoke. Her hair cascaded like liquid silver, her eyes twin voids of stars. Selene. The Moon Goddess herself.
I couldn’t breathe. “You’re… real.”
Her smile was soft—and cruel. “Did
